Shabba Ranks - Muscle Grip lyrics
[Shabba Ranks - Muscle Grip lyrics]
Happiness is tight property
You possess quality lord a mercy
Choooo bwooooy
No girl child
Woman, you're pretty like a flowers
That alone nah go do
Although you pretty so, man still a lef' you
You look good from a look good point of view
Although you look good
Woman dem look good too
You can dress, you ever look cris and new
No bother make the mate try fi out-dress you
Every woman haffi hold them man
A that them fi do if you cyan hold your man
A gyal a take him from you
Gyal a worry, she a fret
'cause she gi' him a one sex
Hand pon her jaw
"how him nuh come home yet?"
Woman your pretty, uh huh
Like lollypop on stick
Put your panty documents
That is your greatest gift
Now, you hug up your lover
Show him you're romantic
Put your tongue inna him ears
Like a warm cue tip
Just offer the grip, and the muscle
And him cyan buck-shuffle
Lay the grip, that him go
Him haffi come back to you
Offer the grip, and the muscle
And him cyan buck-shuffle
Lay the grip, that him go
Him haffi come back to you
Woman you're pretty, but that alone nah go do
You're pretty like a flowers
Man still a lef' you
You look good, from a looking point of view
Although you look so good
Woman look good too
You can dress, nothing no cris like a you
No bother make your mate try fi out-dress you
Woman a worry and fret
'cause she gi' him a one sex
Hand pon her jaw
"how him nuh come home yet?"
Woman your pretty, uh huh
Like lollypop on stick
Put your panty documents
That is your greatest gift
Now, hug up your lover
Show him you're romantic
Put your tongue inna him ears
Like a warm cue tip
Anyhow you want it, dear heart 24
7 is what I love man
Right below the candle lights pink champagne
Rice and peas, and rabbit s-
Him nah love you fi your face, eeh baby?
Woman you're pretty, but that alone nah go do
You're pretty like a flowers
Man still a lef' you
Pretty like a wha', Shabba don't know wha'
The way you're pretty, yes
You set his soul on fire
It's not your pretty face, it's the capturer
The property that you carry under
Woman you're pretty, but that alone nah go do
You're pretty like a flowers
Man still a lef' you
You look good from a looking point of view
Although you look good, have ambition too
You can dress, woman, you ever look new
But no bother make your mate
Try fi out-dress you
Caesar to Caesar, love him for a reason
Caesar to Caesar, love him for a reason
Every woman, hold your man
And a that you fi do
If you cyan hold your man
Woman a take him from you
Offer the grip, and the muscle
And him cyan buck-shuffle
Lay the grip, that him go
Him haffi come back to you
Offer the grip, and the muscle
And him cyan buck-shuffle
Lay the grip, that him go
Him haffi come back to you