Handle the Ride

A a A John! What kind a idiot ting dat ya give a pon mi man. Want ya back bad. Mi love off ya, ya know. Cha Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say Tell your friend dem you wicked and brutal But now you end up in the hospital Talk bout too much gal ya kill Ya never stop till you write ya own will Now ya wan gone a dr. fu- phil Ya should a hear when mi tell ya fa chill Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say Me tell ya, say ya should na mess with this philly Cause anything cross mi border me kill it But ya never wan a listen to mi warning Ya could not even budge in a de morning Pon de streets him a boast how him dread But pon de work John a drop down dead Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say Big up all topless and Godless crew Cause de gal dem nah stop cry for you All roses and nu-fish man come down a ting in a ya hand. Man from Portmore and man from spain Ya never wait till ya gal complain Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say Tell your friend dem you wicked and brutal But now you end up in the hospital Talk bout too much gal ya kill Ya never stop till you write ya own will Now ya wan gone a dr. fu- phil Ya should a hear when mi tell ya fa chill Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say Me tell ya, say ya should na mess with this philly Cause anything cross mi border me kill it But ya never wan a listen to mi warning Ya could not even budge in a de morning Pon de streets him a boast how him dread But pon de work John a drop down dead Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say Big up all topless and Godless crew Cause de gal dem nah stop cry for you All roses and nu-fish man come down a ting in a ya hand.