Lyrics:
Jamaica Funk

I ain't a fool why you can't keep still sing I feel it, oh (Hey, hey) And I let it get into me (For sure, for sure) Jamaican funk that's what it was

But for now, emotional ties they stay severed When there?s trust there?ll be treats and when we funk we'll hear beats Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica

1 for trouble, 8 for the road 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load Funk, Buddha Monk, in the trunk I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, up and down

, clack clak clak clak clak Gun man youth never take shot back Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clakc Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that In Jamaica

rooftop, don't stop My love's waiting when you reach the top Jamaica funk, that's what it is Let it get into you Jamaica funk, that's what it is Coming from jamaica

The outlaw biker with my big shit kicker On a highway to hell 'Cause I never tell Well, it's the funk back breaker We heat it up like Jamaica Don't

Smoke out, 'cuz it's all about money, money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk

style run the while represent my fam Makin' moves makin ho's puffin' Buddha sacks Representin' Lost Boyz stayin' true to that I must bring it to the funk 'cuz the funk

shows the thong It's a day in the life of your nigga here E Double yeah that's my nigga there Ain't forcing nothing shorty rock giving it up Yo Jamaica funk