Batty Rider - Buju Banton

Girls.

all fruits ripe

Unuh a gwan good

I waan yuh jus truss mi

Hear whyme holla!

Gal yuh see yuh battyrider, murder!

You must fi want the DeeJay charge for, (ah dead!)

Woman yuh see yuh battyrider, murda

Yuh mus fi waan di DJ charge fa

Shorts hitch up pon your saddle, ride up pon your back

Exposing your property, man ah say it fat

Merchandise ever there there never run out of stock

Full of shape like a coke bottle without the top

Things ah gwaan fi your body, trust me 'pon that

All fruits ripe, so mek them gwaan chat

What them ah do?

What them ah try?

Who dem ah try stop?

From battyrider ah wear girl haffi inna that, so me say

It can’t, hold in a bucket, can’t hold in a pan

My Idren Wayne Wonder want a fraction

The Dee Jay want fi know, ah where she get it from

Battyrider the gal ah use, ah no mad man

Without the battyrider, Jacqueline nah go out

If the face nah say one, the body fi ah shack out

So she ah go check ah jus make ah later down ah south

Want come ah dance, they come more come shack out

Nuff gal inna batty shorts, feel say them hot

But them flop!

Cause under their batty draw blank

So yuh fi, banner di lola and deal with the case

Go do bogle dance, an mek up yuh face

An make your mate know your have a slice of the cake

Cause your battyrider, it ah mash up the place