Shaggy ft Rayvon - Ángel

Nombre Artístico: Shaggy
Nombre Real: Orville Richard Burrell
Canción: Angel
Álbum: Hot Shot
Género: Reggae, Dancehall.
Año: 2000
País: Kingston, Jamaica
Nacio: 22-10-1968
Pagina Web:Shaggy

[Intro: Shaggy & Rayvon]
Now this one's dedicated to all the youths who want to say nice things to all dem girls
(Heh, heh, heh, shooby dooby dooby doo boy, shooby doo)
Treat her like diamonds and pearls
Dedicated to all the girls around the world
(Now) Now this is Rayvon and Shaggy with a combination you can't miss
(Heh, heh, heh, shooby doo dooby doo boyoy, yeah)
Flip this one 'pon the musical disc (Yeah) Well
Ah ah, wah wah wah

[Chorus: Rayvon]
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby (Tell them)
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady

[Bridge: Shaggy]
Life is one big party when you're still young
But who's gonna have your back when it's all done? (Yeah)
It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun
Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run?
Looking back Shorty always mention
Said me not giving her much attention (Yeah)
She was there through my incarceration
I wanna show the nation my appreciation

[Chorus: Rayvon]
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel (Ah)
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby (Tell them)
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady

[Verse 2: Shaggy]
You're a queen and so you should be treated (Ah)
Though you never get the lovin' that you needed (Yeah)
Could have left, but I called and you heeded
Begged and I pleaded, mission completed (Ah)
Mama said that I and I dissed the program
Not the type to mess around with her emotion (Yeah)
But the feeling that I have for you is so strong
Been together so long and this could never be wrong

[Chorus: Rayvon]
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel (Ah)
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby (Tell them, tell them)
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady

[Verse 3: Shaggy & (Rayvon)]
Uh, uh
Girl, in spite of my behavior, said I'm your savior
(You must be sent from up above)
And you appear to me so tender, say girl I surrender
(Thanks for giving me your love)
Girl, in spite of my behavior, well, you are my savior
(You must be sent from up above)
And you appear to me so tender, well, girl I surrender
(Said thanks for giving me your love)

[Bridge: Shaggy]
Now life is one big party when you're still young
And who's gonna have your back when it's all done
It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun
Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run (Yeah)
Looking back Shorty always mention
Said me not giving her much attention (Ah)
She was there through my incarceration
I wanna show the nation my appreciation

[Chorus: Rayvon]
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel (Ah)
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby (Tell them)
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady

Shaggy ft Rikrok - It Wasn't Me

Nombre Artístico: Shaggy
Nombre Real: Orville Richard Burrell
Canción: It Wasn't Me
Álbum: Hot Shot
Género: Reggae, Dancehall.
Año: 2000
País: Kingston, Jamaica
Nacio: 22-10-1968
Pagina Web:Shaggy

[Intro (spoken): Rikrok & Shaggy ]
Yo, man
Yo
Open up, man
Yeah, what do you want, man?
My girl just caught me
You let her catch you?
I don't know how all of this happened
With who?
The girl next door, ya know?
Man, I don't know what to do
Say it wasn't you
Alright...

[Chorus: Rikrok]
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key?
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

[Verse 1: Shaggy]
How ya fi give ya woman access to your villa?
Trespass and a witness all the hackling on the pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killer
Best review the situation that you caught up inna
To be a true player you've to know how to play
If she say, “a night”, convince her, say, “a day”
Never admit to a word what she say
And if she claim a yuh, tell her, “Baby, no way!”

[Pre-Chorus: Rikrok & (Shaggy)]
But she caught me on the counter (Wasn't me)
Saw me bangin' on the sofa (Wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (Wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (Wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (Wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (Wasn't me)
Heard the screams getting louder (Wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

[Chorus: Rikrok]
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
I had tried to keep her from what
She was about to see
Why should she believe me
When I told her it wasn't me?

[Verse 2: Shaggy]
Makes you know say that she really no right for vex
A never you she see yah make the gigolo flex
A smaddy else a favor you inna di complex
Seein' is believin', so you better change your specs
You know she a go bring a whole heap a things up from the past
All the little evident, you betta know fe mask
Quick 'pon yuh hansa, know how fe talk
But if she pack a gun, you know, you betta run fast

[Pre-Chorus: Rikrok & (Shaggy)]
But she caught me on the counter (Wasn't me)
Saw me banging on the sofa (Wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower (Wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera (Wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder (Wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her (Wasn't me)
Heard the screams getting louder (Wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

[Chorus: Rikrok]
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key?
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

[ Bridge: Rikrok ]
Wanna tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
I've been listenin' to your reason
It makes no sense at all
People tell her that I'm sorry
For the pain that I've caused
You may think that you're a player
But you're completely lost
That's why I sing

[Chorus: Rikrok]
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creepin' with the girl next door
Picture this, we were both butt naked
Bangin' on the bathroom floor
How could I forget that I had
Given her an extra key?
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me

Cutty Ranks - Limb By Limb

Nombre Artístico: Cutty Ranks
Nombre Real: Philip Thomas
Canción: Limb By Limb
Álbum: Junglist!
Género: Reggae, Dancehall.
Año: 2003
País: Kingston, Jamaica
Nacio: 02-12-1965
Pagina Web:Cutty Ranks

[Intro:]
Eeh?
So unuh waan take it personal?
Unuh a talk 'bout done
You think me come fi done?
All me haffi do is send for the new gun
Anything test... dead!
(Heh)
Me just fly off a dozen head...
Lord, have mercy
(Kill dem!)

Duck a dill, dill, dill
Say, a boy get kill
Duck a dill, dill, dill
You better sign unuh will
(Sinting dead)

Duck a dill, dill, dill
A boy get kill
Duck a dill, dill, dill
Lock up in di barrel
(Sinting dead)

[Chorus:]
Limb by limb we a go cut dem down
Send fi the hacksaw, take out dem tongue
Limb by limb we a go cut dem down
Send fi the hacksaw, take out dem tongue

When dem see me, me, me, me
Mi say, di hitman a come
See me, me, me, me
Mi say, mi just cyan done
(Heh!)
See me, me, me, me
Mi see di hitman a come
See me, me, me, me
Mi say, mi just cyan done
(Heh!)

[Hook:]
Dem want I, dem want I
(Bag of idiot!)
To come a dem funeral
Dem think say, dem think say
(A fool dat!)
Dem a the general

Dem want I, dem want I
(Bag of idiot!)
To come a dem funeral
Dem think say, dem think say
(A fool dat!)
Dem a the general

[Verse 1:]
Nuff a dem a pose up like a dem run di world
Mek me tell you something, fi mi gun, it a mi girl
Nuff a dem a pose like a dem run di world
Mek me tell you something, fi mi gun, it a mi girl

Mi gun me hug up and kiss, sleep with at night
If a boy try a thing, me shot out him eyesight
You know I and I is dynamite
When me hold microphone, I strictly truth or right

[Chorus:]
Limb by limb we a go cut dem down
Send fi the hacksaw, take out dem tongue
Limb by limb we a go cut dem down
Send fi the hacksaw, take out dem tongue

When dem see me, me, me, me
Mi say, di hitman a come
(Sinting dead!)
See me, me, me, me
Mi say, mi just cyan done
See me, me, me, me
Mi see di hitman a come
(Sinting dead!)
See me, me, me, me
Mi say, mi just cyan done

[Hook:]
Dem want I, dem want I
(A fool that!)
To come a dem funeral
Dem think say, dem think say
(Bag of idiot!)
Dem a the general

Dem want I, dem want I
(A fool that!)
To come a dem funeral
Waan them know say, them know say
(Bag of idiot!)
I man, is the general

[Verse 2:]
Pick ya coffin
And your burial spot
You nuh see I and I, me coming down hot?

Pick ya coffin
And your burial spot
You nuh see Cutty Ranks a rule up the spot?

Pick ya coffin
And your burial spot
You nuh see I and I, me coming down hot?

You see di gunshot?
When that fire, it hot
All di informer dem, dem fi step back

You see the gunshot?
When that fire, it hot
Tell dem, I and I...rule up the spot

You see di gunshot?
When that fire, it hot
You must of build a big house over Dovecot

Wha' flowers a do?
We have flowers pon top
Nuff pretty candle hitch up inna dat
Mind mi send you down deh, fi go cool and relax
You think all di day end when you hitch up inna dat
Listen I and I pon the mic just a chat

[Hook:]
Dem want I, dem want I
(Kill dem!)
To come a dem funeral
Dem think say, dem think say
(Kill dem!)
Dem a the general

Dem want I, dem want I
(Kill dem!)
To come a dem funeral
Waan dem know say, dem know say
(Kill dem!)
I man, is the general

[Chorus:]
Hear me, limb by limb we a go cut dem down
Send fi the hacksaw, take out dem tongue
(Sinting dead!)
Limb by limb mi a go cut dem down
Send fi the hacksaw, take out dem tongue
(Sinting dead!)

When dem see me, me, me, me
Mi say, di hitman a come
When dem see me, me, me, me

Chaka Demus & Pliers - Murder She Wrote

Nombres Artísticos: Chaka Demus & Pliers
Canción: Murder She Wrote
Género: Dancehall, Reggae.
País: Kingston, Jamaica
Año: 1993

[Intro: Chaka Demus]
Now this one dedicated to the girls them with the angel face and the devil heart
You know say Ragamuffin Chaka Demus and youth called Pliers
Come to deal with the case
Step up my youth, Hear this!

[Chorus 1: Pliers]
I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
If I ever tell you about Maxine
You only say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote

[Chorus 2: Chaka Demus]
Watch ya now, it name
Ah pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka (follow me!)
Ah pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka
Say, gyal you're pretty
Your face, it pretty
But your character dirty
Girl, you just act too flirty flirty
You run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry
An when you find your mistake
You talk 'bout you're sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!)

[Verse 1: Pliers]
Have her cruise the corner where she jooks an where she jam
She know about Lou, Crack an every money man
Make love to the Coolie, Chiney, White Man and Indian
The wickedest kind a girl whey Mr. Pliers buk upon

[Hook 1: Pliers]
I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
But If I ever tell you about Maxine
You only say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote

[Verse 2: Chaka Demus]
Watch here now, standstill
You nah pay me light bill
If you test the ragamuffin
Girl ya goin' get kill
Girl keep 'way
Cause you ah crebbie crebbie
And the lyrics weh me talk, a it mi DJ
Girl come out
Because you nah shack out
And when you hear the Ragamuffin
You haffi jump and shout
Nuh touch me gate
You nah pay my water rate
Because great is great, Great can't underrate

[Chorus 2: Chaka Demus]
Follow me!
Your pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka (follow me!)
Your pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka
Say, gyal you're pretty
Your face, it pretty
But your character dirty
Girl, you just act too flirty flirty
You run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry
An when you find your mistake
You talk 'bout you're sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!)

[Verse 2: Pliers]
Now every middle of the year this girl go have abortion
For the coolie, White Man, Indian, no seeking an infant
An just the other day me see her six months pregnant
Now she up an switch her girl with another baby in a pram

[Chorus 1: Pliers]
I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
But If I ever tell you about Maxine
You only say I don't know what I know (but)
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote

[Verse 3: Chaka Demus]
Excuse me!
Girl me never know me never know you so you stray
Ragamuffin Chaka Demus come fi flash it same way
Woah, woah (Follow me!)

[Chorus 2: Chaka Demus]
Watch ya now, it name
Ah pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka (follow me!)
Ah pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka
Say, gyal you're pretty
Your face, it pretty
But your character dirty
Girl, you just act too flirty flirty
You run to Tom, Dick, an also Harry
An when you find your mistake
You talk 'bout you're sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now!)

[Verse 4: Chaka Demus]
The girl a pose an' a brag how she look sexy
All she worship is pure vanity
The girl a pose an' a brag how she a look ready
When she wash her clothes it dirty
Girl you no ready if you can't cook for me
Girl you no ready if you can't wash for me
Girl you no ready if you know you're flirty flirty
(Follow me!)
Your pretty face and bad character
Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka (Follow me now)
(Murder she wrote, Murder she wrote)
Your pretty face and bad character (Murder she wrote, Murder she wrote)
Them there kind of livin' can't (Murder she wrote) hold Chaka
So stand still (Murder she wrote na na na)
You no pay me light bill
An if you tes di ragamuffin (Murder she wrote)
Gal ya gwan get kill
Gal keep 'way
Cause you ah crebbie crebbie
And the limits to me talk of if me DJ
Girl come out Because you nah shack out
Now when you hear the ragamuffin
You haffi jump and shout
Now touch me gate
You now pay my water rate
Because great is great, Great can't underrate (Come down)

[Chorus 1: Pliers]
I know this little girl, her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
But If I ever tell you about Maxine
You only say I don't know what I know

Dirtsman - Hot this year

Nombre Artístico: Dirtsman
Nombre Real: Patrick Thompson
Canción: Hot this year
Álbum: Hot this year
Género: Reggae, Dancehall.
Año: 1991
País: Spanish Town, Jamaica

[Intro]
Earthquake!
[?]
Watch this now!
Hey

[Chorus]
Wanna get me hot this year
What dem a ga do fi hold me?
Everybody hear me?
Gonna get me wicked this year
Not even water can cool me
Lord ha' mercy

[Verse 1]
Wanna get me hot
Gonna get me hot
Gonna get wicked, wicked
And if ninja try fi test him a-get damage, damage
So don't trespass
A boy mouth is too big
(Wha' you mean?)
[?] the lyrics out mi mouth
I give them slow and rapid
I am calm as a lamb
Don't feel am timid
If a deejay try fi test
Him a-get executed
Dress back!
I am lyrically ill
Nineties, I am programmed to kill

[Chorus]
Tell the whole a them
A dirty man him really come
Hot this this year
What dem a ga do fi hold me?
Everybody hear me?
Gonna get me wicked this year
Not even water can cool me
Lord ha' mercy

[?]

[Verse 2]
Deejay fi [?] rearrange
(Wha' you mean?)
[?] pon di front page
[?] say you're lyrically brave
[?] right back to [?]

Nuh botha' wit' [?]
[?] fame
(Wha' you mean?)
Right a-now [?] lyrics [?]
Mi have lyrics in the [?] and lyrics in the [?]
Fyah, fyah!
All better send fi di brigade
Thief, pirate dem no stop him dead

[Chorus]
Gonna get me hot this year
What dem a ga do fi hold me?
Everbody hear me?
Gonna get me wicked this year
Not even water can cool me
Lord ha' mercy

[Verse 3]
[?] with a glass a lemonade
Put the lyrics inna mi mouth
An' mi come well-prepared
If a pirate guy feel like him wan' come raid
Tell him [?]
And dem have di blade
[?]
[?] lyrically [?] and highly paid
Mi nuh ramp wit' mi work
Mi nuh ramp wit' mi trade
Remember this
Deejay [?] everywhere
[?]
Dirty man gone clear
[?] lyrics with a potion to spare
Tell di whole a' dem [?]

[Chorus]
Hot this year
What dem a ga' do fi hold me?
Everybody hear me?
Gonna get me wicked this year
Not even water can cool me
Lord ha' mercy

[Verse 4]
Gonna get me hot
Gonna get me hot
Gonna get wicked, wicked
(Wha' you mean?)
And if ninja try fi test him a-get damage, damage
So don't trespass
A boy mouth is too big
(Wha' you mean?)
I give them slow and rapid
I am calm as a lamb
Don't feel am timid
If a deejay try fi test
Him a get executed
Dress back!
I am lyrically ill
[?] man [?] tranquil
Fear di nine 'cause I am programmed to kill

Tell the whole a them a dirty man him really come

[Chorus]
Hot this year
What dem a ga do fi hold me?
Everybody hear me?
Gonna get me wicked this year
Not even water can cool me
Lord ha' mercy
[?]

[Verse 5]
Deejay fi [?] rearrange
[?] pon di front page
[?] say you're lyrically brave
[?] di place right back to where they [?]

[?] start fade
[?] lyrics [?]
Mi have lyrics in the [?] and lyrics in the [?]
Fyah, fyah!
[?] better send fi di brigade
[?] pirate dem [?]

[Chorus]
Hot this year
What dem a ga do fi hold me?
Everybody hear me?
Gonna get me wicked this year
Not even water can cool me
Lord ha' mercy
[?]

[Verse 6]
[?] with a glass a lemonade
Put the lyrics inna mi mouth
An' mi come well-prepared
If a pirate guy feel like him wan' come raid
Tell him [?]
[?] blade
[?]