Christ, alright, yo yo, yo yo Sean Paul, inna di club, get crunk, inna di club Ladies, up inna di club Woman just get yuh head inna di zone Get properly
Jazzy T? (Sean Paul): Sean Paul!!! (Uh Huh) Inna di club!!! Get Crunk!!! Inna di club!!! Ladies!!! Up inna di club!!! (Yo yo) Chorus: Woman just get yuh head
Vertaling: Sean Paul. Kop in die Sone.
Sean Paul): Sean Paul!!! (Uh Huh) Inna di club!!! Get Crunk!!! Inna di club!!! Ladies!!! Up inna di club!!! (Yo yo) Chorus: Woman just get yuh head inna di zone
bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm on Thirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean Paul Beef
get you inna d zone and give you the most love Give you the most love (most love) Listen me girl if yuh hear wut mi say Gyul you fi wine pon d head Like
help My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here They say he bourgie, he big-headed Won't you
ma send a bunch a roses to your men in the morgue I'll be down South bendin a whore, ten in the morn' Dirty on 85 like Jay, Barnes, Sean Paul Beef with
my scuffed up boots In the meantime, smoke a Newport down to the green line Leave mine alone in the zone tryin to feed mine Know y'all hope Sean fall
destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his
