"Jamaican Girl" lyrics

Obie, baby, baby
She said
Obie, baby, baby
She said
Obie, baby, baby
She said
Obie, baby, baby
She said

I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
I don't care what them bumbaclots say
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
Sexin' on me, good love to me

She say she like 'em dark skinned, not timid
Wanna rumble in my loft is it, talk different
Her walk's exquisite, switch is ridiculous
Locks is twisted like a block, she said "Visit us
Jamrock, why don't you picture us
With kids, a whip, a ton of cannabis?"
So I can can it on a canoe
Sippin' coconuts like it's a can of some brew
I'm what she plan to hold on to
She said

I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
I don't care what them bumbaclots say
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
Sexin' on me, good love to me

Haters wanna hate, hey, no way, hey
She'll slit ya throat, mess 'round with O
She move a pound of coke, light brown with hopes
Of being close to folk, if you clown, you're poked
No joke, murder she wrote, provoke me, know a rottie
Be a dead body, it be that dread hottie
Me no know no one that more potty
Down on her knees, up in the party to please my body
She said

I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
I don't care what them bumbaclots say
She said

I just want you in my arms
'Till the break of dawn
We can get it on, Obie
Ain't no need to prolong, Obie
Realest nigga on this song is Obie

Way she move, got me in her hypnotic ways
Her voice maneuvers, got me thinking 'bout her day to day
See I'm faced with beauty, there's nothing more for me to say
Put on the dance floor and play with Obie
And it's no cliché, O's great like the lake
So she Pon da River, her way of doing the snake
Jamaican Girl, make a true player break
Say it ain't so, ya truth is fake
Incense lit when she's interested in insertion
Any minute ya squirting, she gifted in
Giving you the business, hurting 'em
Plus she know that art of perversion
She said

I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
I don't care what them bumbaclots say
She said
I just want you in my arms, Obie
Hold you till the morning, Obie
Know you got it going on, Obie
Sexin' on me, good love to me

Obie, baby, baby...
[?] Jamaica!
Bumbaclot, [?] surrender!
Obie Trice!
Love, like, live!
Shady Records!
Gonna see you again!