Anthony B - Tease Har 2.0

Fling down, put it on hard, make rubbers and string bun
Me book her inna the city some years back
Too stiff, titty, dem time deh she no wear locks
Book her inna the car, rubba the gearbox
Have it two foot pon the dashboard inna earmuffs
Slap me cheek one like she get beerbox
Squeeze her throat, no she won't get the beerbox
Pop down, we no play that
So when you see the Rasta man, you better wear black
I bring her box of rubbers, she no want no flowers
She won't fill up the Rasta powers
Hush it up, send it to Dr. Howard, she still want