text: Hear the Devil callin, I can hear em
  Its like, I get chills down my spine, when Im near him
  Man, Im a tad too bad, I dont fear him
  I dont need the preachers, Im the high priestess
  Everywhere I go, I get Hi, nice to meet you.
  Bitches know I beast this, Im 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 Im gettin hi-high-hi-high, on my own supply
  Yellin Rastafari!  when Im ridin by
  See, I used to be the wife, of a king
  Back when I was smugglin them things, in the bing
  Now that Im a boss bitch, its a win-win
  Come to Mr. Chows, or meet me in Chin-Chin
  Now I getcha ching & my name bells ring -
  Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding!
  Im 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 tellin, I hear them boys yellin
  Im 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 tellin, I hear them boys yellin
  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 lyin like Leo
  Anyway, Im the ninja, Kawasaki blazin
  In a kimono, Konichiwa to the Asians
  I kick, kick, kick it like Im Bruce Lees son
  So all of that yellin in the street soon done
  Cause if I take my ski mask off, then Im dumbin
  The young Chaka Khan, yes - I Am Every Woman
  And I am bout that coke, not whatcha put the rum in
  Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that Im comin 
  Im 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 tellin, I hear them boys yellin
  Im 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 tellin, I hear them boys yellin
  Can you hear them yellin?
  Comin for me, comin for me-e-e-e
  Comin for me, comin for me, comin for me