Keys Under Palm Trees

Keys Under Palm Trees

Hear the devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Man, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear him
I don't need the preachers, I'm the High Priestess

Everywhere I go, I get: Hi, nice to meet you
Bitches know I beast this, I'm 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 I'm gettin' hi-high-hi-high on my own supply
Yellin': Rastafari, when I'm ridin' by
See, I used to be the wife of a king
Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing

Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's a win-win
Come to Mr. Chow's or meet me in Chin-Chin
Now I get'cha ching and my name bells ring
Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding, ding!

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart cease, please, call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart cease, please, call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'
(Boys yellin', boys yellin')

Get down, get down, get down-down
Get d-, get down, get down, get down-down (I hear them boys yellin')
Get down, get down, get down-down
Get-get down on the ground
Get-get down on the ground-ground

Man, fuck a PO and fuck a CO
'Bout to Set It Off, like Cleo
Mad, they done tapped my Treo
Bagged my skio, heard the bitch lyin' like Leo

Anyway, I'm the ninja, Kawasaki blazin'
In a kimono, konichiwa to the Asians
I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son
So all of that yellin' in the street soon done

'Cause if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbin'
The young Chaka Khan, yes, I Am Every Woman
And I am 'bout that coke, not what'cha put the rum in
I say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin' (comin')

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart cease, please, call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart cease, please, call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'
(Boys yellin', boys yellin')

Can you hear them yellin'?
Comin' for me, comin' for me
Comin' for me
Comin' for me
Comin' for me