Listen to me now young man, hear me now young man, pack up your things and come out to the yard since you a big man
Cause a mother would pick the young up, pick the grown mother, fi yall the pick the dem way out of order
Me say a mother would pick the young up, pick the grown mother, fi yall the pick the dem way out of order
When me mother get mad, she get extra strong, and when I pressureate her, so me mother a galang
Like a Sam 51, talking both times, she must be Gilbert second
When she wheel and turn, drive up sitting down, and anything in her way, you see I like