I've been told that she's good as gold Yeah, and she'll leave you wanting more Laying low But I could see the smoke And I knew it wouldn't be long I could stay, woah, I could stay away Long enough to die another day I could try to get it right Whoever's to keep you alive, keep you alive Saying "Who is smokin' cigarettes? Who is smokin' somethin' else? Who is smokin' cigarettes? Who is smokin' somethin' else?" (ooh) Oh, let it go Oh, just take it slow Don't you go lookin' for trouble now I don't know why I can't let go That woman's got me rear naked choke The man said, "No, woo, hey Gringo Woah, you better stay outta Mexico" And I said, "Woah, hey, tranquilo, amigo I didn't know she was spoken for Now I'm a lover, not a fighter It's all bueno" Saying "Who is smokin' cigarettes? Who is smokin' somethin' else? Who is smokin' cigarettes? Who is smokin' somethin' else?" Is it you? Is it you? Is it you? Woo, better tell the truth, no Is it you? Is it you? Is it you? Light it up, light it up (oh, light it up now) Light it up, light it up Light it up, light it up I sold my soul for the sex, drugs and rock and roll Said I sold my soul to a woman in Mexico A woman in Mexico Woah, woah, yeah-yeah, yeah, come on You know I go, woo "Who is smokin' cigarettes? (Smokin' cigarettes) Who is smokin' somethin' else? (Smokin' somethin' else) Who is smokin' cigarettes? Who is smokin' somethin' else?" Is it you? Is it you? Is it you? Woo, yeah, yeah Tell the truth Tell the truth Woo, woo, woo Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Woo, woo, woo

(Yow Saint Thomas) Woyoy (Dem a dead bwoy) Yow Jelly Badz Yow Dane Ray, 1-Law (dem a dead bwoy) Mountain View, Grants Pen Eastsyde Atto (weh, chubble) A fully auto (weh!) Ina pussy face weh di bullet dem gwan go Dem know man a El Chapo, man a real El Gringo Shub 'e Uzi thru di window Burst him head, dead him dead When mi go fi bwoy, dem cyaa' get weh Bwoy, him a dead bwoy 'Bout him a general Give him a funeral Rapid 'e K and mek him blood run out like mineral Yuh know we crazy Him a dead bwoy Yeah, bullet a sing like Luther Vandross Dem a pussy like weh deh ina dem gyal draws Wi cеlebrate him friend duppy wid a one floss (wah) 90's an' Unruly a some mad dawgs Mi have some bomboclaat dawg a Trinidad weh fully mad (yeh) Pussy haffi dead all if mi send dem pon a cab (woah) All when yuh house pretty, a yuh duppy wi a rob (chubble) 'Matic dem so pretty, dem nuh jam and dem nuh grab Dela di dawgs dem hungry, send dem a Dovecot Sunday Who don't dead haffi run weh Elbow di dawg dem hungry, a weh mi bloodclaat gun deh? As long as road deh-deh man a guh deh YG, man a gorilla, yuh dead when time wi curell yah People a fling your dead body like guerilla Eagle weh grey, mi call dah one yah Capella 40 ball spin yuh fucking head like propeller (weh) Burst him head, dead him dead When mi go fi bwoy, dem cyaa' get weh Bwoy, him a dead bwoy 'Bout him a general Give him a funeral Rapid 'e K and mek him blood run out like mineral Yuh know we crazy Dem a dead bwoy Bad drugs (chubble) Tun dem ina cars fast-fast Bwoy head coulda tougher dan a cork and tar Don't tell mi fi cool, yuh know a dawk man dawk Mi have Springfield weh blonde like ZJ Sparks Weh mi do? Ketch 'e pussy dem a braff and laugh 40 ball ina face, anuh bone or dog Poppa Skull push the badness like a ole hand cart Law Boss done tell dem seh a Rolling Calf (weh) Badman send dem a funeral home Father Bash know mi wi' kill dem alone Flatbush full a power like Karl Malone Whole day, whole night every killy a roam Shallow grave wi a gi' dem, nuh coffin, nuh wreath Tun on di Draco, put it pon repeat Redman guh murder bout 10 a dem Clip dem wrap up like Nanny head Junglist guh murder bwoy anyweh Dem not even safe a di cemetery Burst him head, dead him dead When mi go fi bwoy, dem cyaa' get weh Bwoy, him a dead bwoy 'Bout him a general Give him a funeral Rapid 'e K and mek him blood run out like mineral Yuh know we crazy Dem a dead bwoy Mi nuh care a who fah badness dem a use Pussy dem run guh start di war and now a dem a lose Yuh know mi socks them full a shot, mi neva leff mi shoes Yuh love fi hype yuh dutty self dat's why yuh mek di news Portmore, everything a connect Dem know seh mi killas ever ready fi step MAC-90 mi use and bruk up yuh neck And mi war budget cyaa' hold ina wallet Not even police can save dem bat Right out a him gate him lay dung flat Him mumma run out see him a cough and gap Leff dem house bun dung, a gunshot and gas Unruly! Woyoy, wicked, wicked Rukumpeng, rudum (Dead him dead) (When mi go fi bwoy, dem cyaa' get weh) (Bwoy, him a dead bwoy) ('Bout him a general) (Give him a funeral) (Dead him dead) (Dead him dead) (Dead him dead)