Murda

You see, what goes up, never come down
Cah, true love, never die

Tell you bout di sound who lead di way
Tell you bout di sound who lead di way
Cah, Jacqueline a fi me African ting
Say, say, Jacqueline a fi me Indian ting
She wear tango dress an' ting
Lord, she wear sandals, slippers an' ting
Seh, watch her with her head, well ramp an' ting
Cah, tell you, Jacqueline a fi me African ting
Cah, tell you, seh, me [?] gal ring
Me hear di little children, dem a shout an' dem a sing
Dem said a fi me Jacqueline a she a carry the swing
Chi, lord, a fi me Jacqueline a she a carry the swing
Cah, watch her 'na tango skirt an' ting
Seh, watch her with her head, a well ramp an' ting
Di special inna sandals, slippers an' ting
Chi, lord, a Jacqueline a fi me African ting (bimma)

Cah, said, no trouble fi me African ting
Chi, lord, you no fi trouble fi me Indian ting
Cah, tell you, said, a feel me little feel me, I no feel you
Say, say dat, a feel me, little feel me, I no feel you

No, no said, no trouble fi me African ting
Trouble fi me African ting
Cah, said, she well nice like a sugar and spice (bimma)
She well sweet like a sugar and corn (eya)
Cah, said, no trouble fi me Indian ting
Cah, lord, you no fi trouble fi me chichi black ting
Cah, said, a Jacqueline a fi me African ting
Cah, said, a Jacqueline a fi me African ting (bimma)

Cah, said, no matter what dem do
And then no matter what dem say
Cah, let a love a go and then you let a love a stay
Jacqueline fi me African ting
Say, say Jacqueline a fi me England ting
Cah, tell you, said, a black is a natural fucker
Cah, watch him said a black is a natural fucker
Cah, talking about a black a fight black for a lolipop
Seh, black a fight black for a lolipop
Because dem wasn't on the right track
Cah, so me said, because dem wasn't on the right track
You do me dat, but Jacqueline a fi me African ting, murda
Queline a fi me African ting