Tanya Stephens - Handle The Ride lyrics

A a A John! What kind a idiot ting dat ya give a pon mi man. Want ya back bad. Mi love off ya, ya know. Cha CHORUS: Ya could na handle the ride See it dere now Ya gone now pon de broad side Hold down your head from me ya wan hide Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide A we say VERSE 1: Tell your friend dem you wicked and brutal But now you end up in the hospital Talk bout too much gal ya k** Ya never stop till you write ya own will Now ya wan gone a dr. fu- phil Ya should a hear when mi tell ya fa chill CHORUS VERSE 2: Me tell ya, say ya should na mess with this philly Cause anything cross mi border me k** it But ya never wan a listen to mi warning Ya could not even budge in a de morning Pon de streets him a boast how him dread But pon de work John a drop down dead CHORUS Big up all topless and Godless crew Cause de gal dem nah stop cry for you All roses and nu-fish man come down a ting in a ya hand. Man from Portmore and man from spain Ya never wait till ya gal complain CHORUS