Well you and I know, But there are others who still doubt I can do this, So we a tek dem pon another journey today, We ago remind dem a who dis. Unnu ready? Dem wah kno who is Tanya, Mi no haffi strip fi control dem man yah, Mi have di game inna di palm a mi hand yah, A world domination a di plan yah. Who is Tanya, Spunky fresh feminine human yah, (School's in) Pull up a chair an jam yah, Mek mi break it down fi yuh pon deh one yah. Dis a di modda of Kelly, who's a little past 10, Gyal whe come fi change di whole game wid a pen, Mi see uncertainty inna di heart of men, Show dem 'Dis is not a fluke, Tanya', Do it again. Dis a di gyal whe neva back down yet, From Richmond, bet yuh neva heard of dat town yet, St. Mary, yea, dat a whe mi background set, Yuh feel yuh can test dis, Yuh wah bet?!? Gyal see mi flex an tek sick, Mi pocket fat, but fi dem anarexic, An now a me di whole a dem wah vex wit, Like a me a stop dem from mek shit. Gyal a try look war, Mi say F di crow dem, Too dense fi realize say mi nuh wah know dem, Tell dem fi fine a careless mouth sumweh fi blow dem, If dem no get di levels yet, Mek wi show dem Chorus... Well altho di mic a mi favorite utensil, Still numba 1 wid a numba 2 pensil, Mi ah no di type whe all bark an dont bite, Wen mi stan up pon di mic, mi rock di mic (Right) Bun a self-praise, Mi nah say a di bes dis, But mi will tell yuh, Mi nuh see nutten fi test dis, So wen some gyal feel vindictive an a try fi stress dis, Tell dem di vacuum pon dem neck cannot depress dis. Fi unnu who vex cause mi nuh join unnu crew, Mi keep mi enemies plenty cause genuine friends few, An a girl like me wid such a high I.Q., Would not be chillin wid a clod like you. Chorus... Who am I? Di gyal wid di henkel glue, (am I) Keep it real, Not like dem Who a lie, Mi kno dem woulda love a race run to a tie, (Neva!) Well I am not validated by di style a mi clothes, Fuck fashion, call me personified chose, No care who pass mi an skin up dem coke nose, Who dem haffi rate lata, eeh? Who yuh suppose? Di fus ting Chris see an endorse at a glance, Or di gyal whe consistenly gi unnu substance, Recognize, mi no do di jus fi pay bills, An yuh no haffi like me but yuh haffi respek mi skills. Chorus...

As you travel down the trail of life There'll be dangers You'll encounter Many rivers you will have to cross In a lost territory There'll be mountains high and valleys low But wherever you go I wanna ride shotgun Be by your side Down the road of life Come rain or shine I wanna be someone Who's always there by you To protect your heart With a love that's true Until the journey's done I wanna ride shotgun There'll be deserts you can't cross alone Without someone there beside you But together we can tame the West Raid the bad lands, face the bandits 'Cause I love you with a love too strong To let you go all alone I wanna ride shotgun Be by your side Down the road of life Come rain or shine I wanna be someone Who's always there by you To protect your heart With a love that's true Until the journey's done I wanna ride shotgun Be by your side Down the road of life Come rain or shine I wanna be someone Who's always there by you To protect your heart With a love that's true Until the journey's done I wanna ride shotgun Ooh I wanna ride shotgun (ooh, shotgun) Raid the bad lands I wanna ride shotgun (ooh) Face the bandits (shotgun) I wanna ride shotgun, ooh

Îi zic: Să treacă la treabă, nu îmi place vorba Am sangele fierbinte, fără Ginkgo Biloba Bea gin c-o fi lova', merge-n lex sau in rova' Poartă la mână Rolex, are fină stofa O arde mafioso, gen clanul Gambino Merge doar cu limo' şi consumă amino E tăcut, te arde gen Deşert Kalahari Hua, ce barbăt, ce desert... vino, mami! Spune-mi ce nu-ţi place, spune-mi ce nu merge Şase zero RON / G, fata te drege Zici că dansează chiar şi atunci când merge Merge des în Mercedes c-are talent de rege E baiat de bani gata Pe fete le dă gata, gata E baiat de bani gata Kalashnikov, mitraliera, ratatatatata E baiat de bani gata Pe fete le dă gata, gata E baiat de bani gata Kalashnikov, mitraliera, ratatatatata Kalashnikov, mitraliera, ratatatatata Kalashnikov, mitraliera, ratatatatata Caraibe, Bora Bora, Paris sau Manila Baiatu' e luv deala' o arde fo' reala' Nu se bate cu pumnu-n piept ca gorila Tace, le face, ne place, e un lady killa' Ucigas, ma-ma-mare pungas, Atitudine şi stil... Oh, My Gosh! Opriţi-l careva că ne omoară pe toate Ne mişcăm în jurul lui ca balerinele pe poante E baiat de bani gata Pe fete le dă gata, gata E baiat de bani gata