Bahama Mama Lyrics - 4lyn - 4lyn

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 bullshit, 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 motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 shit 

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 fuckin' 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 ass, 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 fuckin' game of love 

So what the deal, mommy? Haha 

I give you everything that I've got