Inna blindness, black woman
Me nah take your finger toothpick
After you a know, any getaway
Band in the place in where you have
That you have a brandish
Inna the Pacific and all inna the
Atlantic, hold up your head
You dem can't run with me
Go so me say, sweet
Black woman from inna the ghetto
Don't make dem draw you over, yes sir
Yes sir, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sweet black woman from inna the ghetto
Tell dem a you a me a son a say so
Me a son a say, sweet