Maestro

[Intro]
"Heights of great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
But they, while their companions slept
Were toiling upward through the night."
Well, this is the maestro
Hahaha
I have the doctorate for all things...
It's just another one, please

[Chorus]
Me no want no idle jubbie fi come hackle my body I say
The gyal dem all a run me down
Gyal dem all a hunt me down
Gyal dem all a draw me down
True dem waan suck out mi tongue
Jump, spread out, gyal, jump, spread out
Jump, spread out, and whine
And mi say
Gyal, you a the wife
Man a treat you right
Hand up inna di air, you and mate no fight prize
You a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna di air you and mate no fight

[Verse 1]
But mi say
Gyal, from you a him pal
Man love you bad
Man dem outta road, dem see your body, all a mad
Gyal, you know you're cute
Yes, that a the truth
Man dem outta road, dem waan fi pick you like a fruit
Gyal, your body bright
Dim all mi light
But mi nah go lef' you 'cause you have the slam right
Wifey haffi vex
'Cause me a gyal a pest
As mawga as me be, a me the gyal dem a request
Request

[Chorus]
So!
From you a the wife
Man a treat you right
Hand up inna di air, you and mate no fight dry
You a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna di air you and mate no fight

[Verse 2]
Well, excuse mi boys, a fi the gyal dem me cry
Whine Suzy, whine
Wha' dem a call vulgarity, a exercise
Whine Angie, whine
A mi Jamaican gyal dem you waan criticise?
Whine baby, whine
The more remarks them pass, the more you burn them eyes
When you whine Patsy, whine
From you a African princess, don't be shy
Whine baby, whine
So, wha' me say?!
Face, and the shape, and the body weh you have
Bare as you dare, X rated and mad
All a gyal a push up, tell a gyal say she hot
Three is a crowd, and you nah carry no bag
Wifey better try get rid of the luggage
Mate outta road take your husband fi carriage
She all a use allum fi try encourage
One night with him, and your life inna worries
Wait!
So!

[Chorus]
Idle jubbie fi come hackle my body I say
Well!
The gyal dem all a run me down
Gyal dem all a hunt me down
Gyal dem all a draw me down
True dem waan suck out mi tongue
Jump, spread out, gyal, jump, spread out
Jump, spread out, and whine
But mi say
Gyal, you a the wife
Man a treat you right
Hand up inna di air, you and mate no fight prize
You a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna di air you and mate no fight

[Bridge]
But mi say
Gyal, from you a him pal
Man love you bad
Man dem outta road, dem see your body, all a mad
Gyal, you know you're cute
Yes, that a the truth
Man dem outta road, dem waan fi pick you like a fruit
Gyal, your body bright
Dim all mi light
But mi nah go lef' you 'cause you have the slam right
Wifey haffi vex
'Cause me a gyal a pet
As mawga as me be, a me the gyal dem a request
Request

[Outro]
But!
From you a the wife
Man a treat you right
Hand up inna di air, you and mate no fight dry
You a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna di air you and mate no fight