Cant Believe Mi Eye
Mi nuh know how dem man yah fi talk bout dem a run di place an how dem a badman
A bleach dem face an a cream dem hair inna tight pants
Bum out dem bumboclaat!
Well I caan believe a how battyman get so bold
Mi caan believe say Rastaman a tun pussyhole
Mi caan believe di little taker dem get so cold
Mi caan believe mi eye, mi caan believe mi eye
Mi caan believe some name mi a hear say a men
Mi caan believe say tight pants come een again
Mi caan believe say gunman an battyman a fren
Mi caan believe mi eye, mi caan believe mi eye
Mi caan believe say battyman a run people place
Mi caan believe di shotta dem a bleach out dem face
Mi caan believe say certain man a come pan wi base
Mi caan believe mi eye, mi caan belive mi eye
Mi caan believe di gal dem a guh the other way
Mi never know Jamaica woulda have so much gay
Mi caan believe di government dem inna foul play
Mi caan believe mi eye, mi caan believe mi eye
Well if smaddi did tell mi mi woulda say a lie
Say certain man and certain man and certain man a guy
Mi see it fi miself water full up mi eye
Da one deh an da one deh a spy
Pussyhole caan believe say gunman a buss murder case
Caan believe say ghetto youth a live certain place
Dem caan believe a we dat stan up side a Mase
Dem Caan believe dem eye, dem caan believe dem eye
Can't Believe My Eyes
I don’t know how these guys can talk about running the scene and being tough
Bleaching their faces and creaming their hair in tight pants
Fuck that!
Well, I can’t believe how bold these guys have gotten
I can’t believe a Rasta would turn into a punk
I can’t believe these little fakes have gotten so cold
I can’t believe my eyes, I can’t believe my eyes
I can’t believe some names I hear are men
I can’t believe tight pants are back again
I can’t believe gangsters and punks are friends
I can’t believe my eyes, I can’t believe my eyes
I can’t believe punks are running the scene
I can’t believe the shotta are bleaching their faces
I can’t believe certain guys are coming at us
I can’t believe my eyes, I can’t believe my eyes
I can’t believe the girls are going the other way
I never thought Jamaica would have so many gay
I can’t believe the government is in foul play
I can’t believe my eyes, I can’t believe my eyes
Well, if someone had told me, I would’ve said it’s a lie
That certain guys and certain guys and certain guys are gay
I see it for myself, tears fill my eyes
That one there and that one there are spies
Punks can’t believe that gangsters are getting murder cases
Can’t believe ghetto youth are living in certain places
They can’t believe it’s us standing next to Mase
They can’t believe their eyes, they can’t believe their eyes.