Keys Under Palm Trees

(专辑： Beam Me Up Scotty - 2009)

Hear the Devil calling, I can hear 'em
It's like, I get chills down my spine, when I'm near him
Man, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear him
I don't need the preachers, I'm the high priestess
Everywhere I go, I get "Hi, nice to meet you."
Bitches know I beast this, I'm the fashionistis
And they know, I stay around the white, like a groom
Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom
I think I'm getting hi-high-hi-high, on my own supply
Yelling "Rastafari!" when I'm riding by
See, I used to be the wife, of a king
Back when I was smuggling them things, in the bing
Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's a win-win
Come to Mr. Chow's, or meet me in Chin-Chin
Now I get cha ching and my name bells ring
Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding!

I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees
The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls telling, I hear them boys yelling
I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees
The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls telling, I hear them boys yelling

Get down, get down, get down down
Get d—get down, get down, get down down
Get down, get down, get down down
Get down, get down on the ground
Get down, get down on the ground

Man, fuck a P-O, and fuck a C-O
'Bout to "Set It Off", like Cleo
Mad, they done tapped my Treo
Bagged my skio, heard the bitch lying like Leo
Anyway, I'm the ninja, Kawasaki blazing
In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians
I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son
So all of that yelling in the street soon done
'Cause if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbing
The young Chaka Khan, yes – "I Am Every Woman"
And I am 'bout that coke, not what you put the rum in
Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm coming (comin')

I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees
The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls telling, I hear them boys yelling
I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees
The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls telling, I hear them boys yelling

Can you hear them yellin'?
Coming for me, coming for me-e-e-e
Coming for me, coming for me, coming for me