Man Royal

(Album: Maestro - 1996)

Yeah man, me know she mek you sick, man
You see how she a mek you a vomit
You see it, a that's why me a tell you enuh brethren
You see me, Beenie Man, mek me a tell you something
Hear me

Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material
All inna dress like she a go funeral-al
Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material
All inna dress like, hold on

Gyal come inna dance and all a walk and all a push
Call her Patel, that's exactly how she look
Gyal can't even cook, she all a read out a book
Every night she and a gyal gawn inna bush
Eeh 'cause she a husband crook, hold on
Gyal come inna dance and all a stand up and a pose
A wiggle and a whine up inna people old clothes
You draw fi a lighter, and she draw fi a hose
'Cause she no waan bun the clothes, so sing along

Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material
All inna dress like she a go funeral-al
Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material
All inna dress like, hold on

How she walk and how she talk and how she flex
A just the way me know she stay
'Bout she waan look the DJ
A itch up and a whine up with her friend dem
And the whole a dem a gay
And me hear she stay the same way
Reason why me hate me man royal gyal dem
Always end up with nuff ol' bwoyfriend
All 6, 7, 8, 9, 15 a dem
Eeh, with all a one gyal friend
So sing again

Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material
All inna dress like she a go funeral-al
Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material

Any time me see dem 'pon the street, me haffi laugh
Some gyal weh a walk with all dem head bawl off
Strong like a Samson, like a weight dem a pop off
Me haffi draw fi me mask, hold on deh
Me know a man royal gyal name Jone
Feminine creature full a man hormones
Last week me hear Patsy in her love zone, mhm
Me tell her leave me alone, and fling a stone

Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material
All inna dress like she a go funeral-al
Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man mat
Mix up, mix up, mix up, time again man, hold on

Gyal come inna dance and all a walk and all a push
Call her Patel, that's exactly how she look
Gyal can't even cook, she all a read out a book
Every night she and a gyal gawn inna bush
Look! 'Cause she a husband crook, hold on
Gyal come inna dance and all a stand up and a pose
A wiggle and a whine up inna people old clothes
You draw fi a lighter, and she draw fi a hose
'Cause she no waan bun the clothes

Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material
All inna dress like she a go funeral-al
Me no waan no man royal gyal, gyal
Gi' me the gyal dem with the real born serial
Gyal come a dance, dress up inna man material
All inna dress like, hold on

How she walk and how she talk and how she flex
A just the way me know she stay
'Bout she waan look the DJ
A itch up and a whine up with her friend dem
And the whole a dem a gay
And me hear she stay the same way
Reason why me hate me man royal gyal dem
Always end up with nuff ol' bwoyfriend
All 6, 7, 8