Текст Beenie Man – Maestro

«Heights of great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
But they, while their companions slept
Were toiling upward through the night»

Well, this is the maestro
Hahaha
I have the doctorate for all things
It’s just another one, please

Me no want no idle jubbie
Fi come hackle my body, I say
The gyal dem all a run me dung
Gyal, dem all a hunt me dung
Gyal, dem all a draw me dung
True dem waan suck out me tongue
Jump, spread out, gyal, jump, spread out
Jump, spread out and whine

A me say
Gyal you a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight prize
You a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight

But me say
Gyal, from a him pal
Man love you bad, man dem out a road
Dem see your body all a mad
Gyal you know you’re cute, yes that a the truth
Man dem out a road, dem waan fi pick you like a fruit
Gyal your body bright, dim all me light
But me nah go lef’ you ’cause you have the slam right
Wifey haffi vex, cah me gyal a pest

So!
From you a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight dry
You a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight

Well excuse me boy, after the gyal dem me cry
Whine, Suzy, whine
Weh dem a call vulgarity a exercise
Whine, Angie, whine
A me Jamaican gyal dem you waan criticise?
Whine, baby, whine
The more remarks them pass, the more you bun them eyes
When you whine, Patsy, whine
From you a African princess, don’t be shy
Whine, baby, whine, so weh me say

Face an’ the shape an’ the body weh you have
Bare as you dare X rated an’ mad
All a gyal a push up, tell a gyal say she hot
Three is a crowd an’ you nah carry no bag
Wifey better try get rid a the luggage
Mate out a road, tek you husband fi carriage
She all a use allum fi try encourage
One night with him and your life inna worries
Wait!
So!

Udle jubbie
Fi come hackle my body, I saaay
We, the gyal dem all a run me dung
Gyal, dem all a hunt me dung
Gyal, dem all a draw me dung
True dem waan suck out me tongue
Jump, spread out, gyal, jump, spread out
Jump, spread out and whine

But me say
Gyal you a the wife, man a treat you prize
Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight dry
You a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight

But me say
Gyal, from a him pal
Man love you bad, man dem out a road
Dem see your body all a mad
Gyal you know you’re cute, yes that a the truth
Man dem out a road, dem waan fi pick you like a fruit
Gyal your body bright, dim all me light
But me nah go lef’ you ’cause you have the slam right
Wifey haffi vex, cah me gyal a pest
As maga as me be, a me the gyal dem a request, request

But
From you a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight dry
You a the wife, man a treat you right
Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight…