4Lyn - Bahama Mama lyrics

This is a tale about a man, his vision is blurred And his world is spinning fast like fan A brand new day means a brand new problem And all things seem to fail just before he wants to start them No explanation for this bullsh**, brain is out of order Mouth is like a full clip Of ordinary things that he wanna tell the world The man I talk about is me, the problem is a bad girl Yo, she's a foxy one and full of ginger Abled to turn men in to mice and battlecats into cringers It was hard to handle this shocks When Ms. Sunny Island" met Mr. Brompton City Boondox It ain't hard to tell that the way that I feel Is like I'm trapped in a living hell This mamacita drives me crazy and if this situation stays that way I'm pushing up some motherf**in' daisies When she crosses the alley, cars crash And if you whistle after her you might risk a bash (Ouch) If you ask her for a date you might catch a smile But she is too hot to handle so don't even try (Don't even try) So what the deal, mommy? Haha Bahama mama makes me wicked in this f**in' game of love So what the deal, mommy? Haha I give you everything that I've got I told her everything I did in the past To find out more about the girl, that's only made for the braz Valentine cards, I bought her flowers and sh** A bunch of roses that I'd put to her door got stolen by a bunch of kids I tried it all but nothing seems to fit Until my buddy Chino came to me and told me basically this (Chino) Put it in a song, a reggae tune, you know Under her balcony I stood and sung so Nah, me the rude boy from Brompton city Singing for the irie girl that doesn't love me Why don't you come down and hold me close? The only thing that really came down was some water, ice cold Now we are staring at each other without a plan She says,"I've got to tell you a little something Maybe then you understand, the things you did for me Were cool but better hit the trail 'cuz I love to make love but only to a female (To a female, what the hell) So what the deal, mommy? Haha Bahama mama makes me wicked in this f**in' game of love So what the deal, mommy? Haha I give you everything that I've got Stop romancing, start dancing (ladies, shake that nasty a**, come on) (Oh, I like dat, ey, yo, chi, hit, it off) So what the deal, mommy? Haha Bahama mama makes me wicked in this f**in' game of love So what the deal, mommy? Haha I give you everything that I've got