Keys Under Palm Trees
Hear the Devil callin',I can hear em,It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him,Mad, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear him,I don't need the preachers,I'm the high priestess.Everywhere I go, I get "Hi, nice to meet you.",Bitches know I beast this,I'm the fashionistist.And they know I stay around the white like a groom,Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom.I think I'm gettin' hi-high-hi-high on my own supply,Yellin' "Rasta, Fari ! " when I'm ridin' by,See I used to be the wife of a king,Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing.Now that I'm a boss bitch,It's a win-win,Come to Mr. Chow's or meet me in Chin-Chin,Now I get'cha ching & my name bells ring -Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding.
[Chorus:]I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees,The leprachaun sees what my palm reads.And if my heart seize, please call my aunties,I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' [x2]
Get down, get down, get down down,Get d- get down, get down, get down down,
Get down, get down, get down down,Get down, get down on the ground,Get down, get down on the ground.
Man, fuck a P0,And fuck a C0,'bout to set it off like Cleo,Mad they done tapped my trio,Begged my skio,Heard the bitch lyin' like Leo.Anyway, I'm the ninja,Kawasaki blazin',In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians.I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son,So all of that yellin' in the street soon done.Cus if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbin',The young Chaka Khan, yes - I am every woman.And I am 'bout that coke, not what'cha put the rum in,Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin' (comin')
[Chorus:]I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees,The leprachaun sees what my palm reads.And if my heart seize, please call my auntie,I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' [x2]
Can you hear the yellin'?Comin' for me, comin' for me-e-e-e.Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me.