Letras:
Paul Sean U Ain T Know

that Ice on my Chain Drank in My Cup In the middle of the club Got my middle fanga up Like aaaa You aint know Aaaa You aint know AaaaYou aint know Aaaaa

that Ice on my Chain Drank in My Cup In the middle of the club Got my middle fanga up Like aaaa You aint know Aaaa You aint know AaaaYou aint know Aaaaa

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 please stop

all done (it's all done) Cuz we ain't takin much of nothin but bash-un On all who attempt, intentions we blast-un [Sean Paul] I gut 'em, I roll 'em,

likkle supm supm To let you know I got supm comin' And let you know I'm still up and runnin' And let you know that the fire still burning Just a likkle

up and bawl And make dem start call Anytime she want it back she ha fi call Dutty Paul Admittin' it on de spot I know de real Sean Paul When de traits

shit Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now [Hook] [Sean Paul] They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul

'm still Attic A-double T I C It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me Bitch I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the

whassup, don't give a damn, don't give a fuck So watch out know, 'cause really; I don't think you even wanna buck and act on us, so hush that fuss before