| Take a toke from the smoke,
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| Never standing by the door,
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| Just stretching out pan de floor,
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| That way him don’t fall over,
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| No way him gwan fall out pan me,
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| That way him won’t fall over,
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| No way him gwan fall out pan me.
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| 'cause he’s layed back, not laying back,
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| Layed back, not worried back,
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| Layed back, not thinking back,
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| Layed back, never holding back,
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| My jamaican guy, my jamaican guy.
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| When my dread start to sw.
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| Him no think if it hot nor cold,
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| We just come in a de riva cold,
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| Dat way him don’t waste him wata,
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| No way it gwan run out pan him,
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| Dat way him don’t waste him wata,
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| No way it gwan run out pan him.
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| 'cause he’s layed back, not worried back,
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| Layed back, not thinking back,
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| Layed back, not laying back,
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| Layed back, never holding back,
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| My jamaican guy, my jamaican guy.
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| My j.a. |
| guy.
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| Take my life for a drive,
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| Never need to change his tools,
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| Him drive like a stubborn mule,
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| Dat way him naw go plop plop,
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| No way gas gwan bun out pan him,
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| Dat way him naw go plop plop,
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| No way gas gwan bun out pan him.
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| 'cause he’s layed back, not thinking back,
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| Layed back, not worried back,
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| Layed back, not laying back,
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| Layed back, never holding back,
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| My jamaican guy,
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| My j.a. |
| guy. |