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Fresh From Yard lyrics with English Translations
It's a DJ Clue production
Likkle Kim 'longside Beenie Man
Zagga Zagga Zow, Boombakstar!
America, Carribean, a matter of fact, the world We're coming at ya, Kim, where you at babe?
Gal flex, time to have sex, Jumpin' a ya Lex, steam a blunt, pop a Beck's. Now you know that my style is rated XXX, This Brooklyn native gal you know I've 'nuff respect. I used to rock Sergio Tachini, D&G bikinis, Now I'm hot-steppin' in my Queen B collection, Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday, Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway. That's how it is, my sh*t is laid out, Some of y'all show up, But like jeans y'all fade out, whatever. Fly out the crew, hit the beach in Miami, Niggas watch me shake my fanny, In my iced out panties.
Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin out. People from east, west, north and south. Say I'm the MC with a nasty mouth. Put that on my unborn kids we do away with.
Gal, open up your legs dem wide And let me get inside deh, and wo'k you all night A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up and a rail like a man she wan' fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide And let me get inside deh, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up and a rail like a man she wan' fight. From you a Tappa Tappa
Then throw dem bones (Tappa Tappa) Let the diamonds show (Tappa Tappa) Me look good in a me clothes (Tappa Tappa) Bad girl nah fi pose
Hear me tappa, man a no rapper, Entertainer, worse man a real, tappa tappa. Pop your collar, no bother holla, Spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor. You and yuh brother, hanging out together, Chicken heads, and bout twelve hoochie mama. When car hot, clothes proper, get it together, The DJ say we fresh from yard. Likkle Kim just buck a real ol dog, Last gal me work she end up down a de morgue, Bad man a real bad man, a no no fraud.
Kim, open up your legs dem wide And let me get inside deh, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up and a rail like a man she wan' fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide And let me get inside deh, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up and a rail like a man she wan' fight
(From you a Tappa Tappa) Then throw dem bones (Tappa Tappa) Let the diamonds show (Tappa Tappa) Me look good in a me clothes (Tappa Tappa) Bad girl nah fi pose
Me have girls from all nations, even haitian, and Jamaican. Woman a say me a God creation, say dem wan' me consecration, Send in application, want me qualification, Line up a me gate like me a custom or immigration. How one girl fi rule man, yuh mad dat couldn't gwan man, Kust slam a Malaysian and me send for Indian-Asian, Wife a Puerto Rican 'pon de hill me buy a mansion, Just buy a apartment for my girlfriend who a Italian, Tone weh drive the BMW mention she a German, Not to mention the one we' send a bag a pound from over England, Have girl in Netherlands, Africa and Switzerland, Thirteen baby mother weh me have.
Fresh from Yard. Likkle Kim just buck a real ol dog, This a bad boy yaw gone 'pon record, Last gal me work she end up down a de morgue, Me can tell her something.
Kim, open up your legs dem wide And let me get inside there, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up on a real like a man she wan' fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide And let me get inside there, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up on a real like a man she wan' fight.
(From you a Tappa Tappa) Then throw dem bones (Tappa Tappa) Let the diamonds show (Tappa Tappa) Me look good in a me clothes (Tappa Tappa) Bad girl nah fi pose
Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin out. People from east, west, north and south. Say I'm the MC with a nasty mouth. Put that on my unborn kids we do away with.
America, Carribean, a matter of fact, the world We're coming at ya, Kim, where you at babe?
Gal flex, time to have sex, Jumpin' a ya Lex, steam a blunt, pop a Beck's. Now you know that my style is rated XXX, This Brooklyn native gal you know I've 'nuff respect. I used to rock Sergio Tachini, D&G bikinis, Now I'm hot-steppin' in my Queen B collection, Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday, Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway. That's how it is, my sh*t is laid out, Some of y'all show up, But like jeans y'all fade out, whatever. Fly out the crew, hit the beach in Miami, Niggas watch me shake my fanny, In my iced out panties.
Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin out. People from east, west, north and south. Say I'm the MC with a nasty mouth. Put that on my unborn kids we do away with.
Gal, open up your legs dem wide And let me get inside deh, and wo'k you all night A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up and a rail like a man she wan' fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide And let me get inside deh, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up and a rail like a man she wan' fight. From you a Tappa Tappa
Then throw dem bones (Tappa Tappa) Let the diamonds show (Tappa Tappa) Me look good in a me clothes (Tappa Tappa) Bad girl nah fi pose
Hear me tappa, man a no rapper, Entertainer, worse man a real, tappa tappa. Pop your collar, no bother holla, Spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor. You and yuh brother, hanging out together, Chicken heads, and bout twelve hoochie mama. When car hot, clothes proper, get it together, The DJ say we fresh from yard. Likkle Kim just buck a real ol dog, Last gal me work she end up down a de morgue, Bad man a real bad man, a no no fraud.
Kim, open up your legs dem wide And let me get inside deh, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up and a rail like a man she wan' fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide And let me get inside deh, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up and a rail like a man she wan' fight
(From you a Tappa Tappa) Then throw dem bones (Tappa Tappa) Let the diamonds show (Tappa Tappa) Me look good in a me clothes (Tappa Tappa) Bad girl nah fi pose
Me have girls from all nations, even haitian, and Jamaican. Woman a say me a God creation, say dem wan' me consecration, Send in application, want me qualification, Line up a me gate like me a custom or immigration. How one girl fi rule man, yuh mad dat couldn't gwan man, Kust slam a Malaysian and me send for Indian-Asian, Wife a Puerto Rican 'pon de hill me buy a mansion, Just buy a apartment for my girlfriend who a Italian, Tone weh drive the BMW mention she a German, Not to mention the one we' send a bag a pound from over England, Have girl in Netherlands, Africa and Switzerland, Thirteen baby mother weh me have.
Fresh from Yard. Likkle Kim just buck a real ol dog, This a bad boy yaw gone 'pon record, Last gal me work she end up down a de morgue, Me can tell her something.
Kim, open up your legs dem wide And let me get inside there, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up on a real like a man she wan' fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide And let me get inside there, and wo'k you all night. A who dis girl you wan' bite A kick up on a real like a man she wan' fight.
(From you a Tappa Tappa) Then throw dem bones (Tappa Tappa) Let the diamonds show (Tappa Tappa) Me look good in a me clothes (Tappa Tappa) Bad girl nah fi pose
Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin out. People from east, west, north and south. Say I'm the MC with a nasty mouth. Put that on my unborn kids we do away with.
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