♪ I'm not, to them I eat up the pork chops ♪
♪ But the woman love me turban rap, she never did love me ♪
♪ When she smile but see she love me now she big ♪
♪ She and the Rasta man no different lifestyle we live ♪
♪ Her mother raised big, go a church in a wig ♪
♪ But Rasta man she still want fi jig, sit ♪
♪ She have a lot of Rasta man she want fi bucky ♪
♪ No care how mama feed her pon Kentucky ♪
♪ She no want no bad man out there with bucky ♪
♪ Mr. Shaw, I love ♪