Fresh From the Yard Songtext
von Beenie Man

It′s a DJ Clue Production
Little Kim 'longside Beenie Man (zagga zow zow zow)
Bumba star! (Yo, yo, zagga zow zow zow)
America, Caribbean (zow)
A matter a fact the world (yeah), we′re comin' at you (uh-huh)
Kim, where you at, babe? (Let's do this)

Gyal flex, time to have sex
Jump in a your lex steam a - pop a Becks (wow)
Now you know that my style is rated XXX (yeah)
Just lookin′ ain′t a gal you no have nuff respect

I use to rock Sergio Tacchini (uh-huh), C and G bikinis (yeah)
Now I'm hot steppin′ in my Queen Bee collection (yeah)
Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday
Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway
That's how it is, my - is laid out
Some of y′all show up but like jeans y'all fade out, whatever
Fly out, the crew hit the beach in Miami
- Watch me shake my fanny in my iced out panties


Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin′ out (shout!)
People from east, west, north, and south (wha'?)
Say I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth (baow!)
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

Gyal open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that and wuk you all night
A who this gal yuh waan bite
And kick up and a real like a man she waan fight, alright
Open up your legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal yuh waan bite
And kick up and a real like a man she waan fight

From you a toppa toppa (then throw dem bows)
Toppa toppa (let the diamonds show)
From you a toppa toppa (mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa toppa (bad girl nuh haffi pose)


So mi go so
Hear mi dappa (yeah) man a nuh rapper (say wha′?)
Entertainer (wha′?) Worst man a real toppa toppa
Do wha'? Pop your collar, no bother holla (wha′?)
Spend a thousand dollar, buy - and liquor, 'cau′ wha'?
Gyal yuh brighter and you now together
Chickenheads, and ′bout 12 hoochie mama
When, car hot (yeah), clothes pop off, get it together

The DJ seh we fresh from yard
Little Kim just buck a real old dog
Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morgue
Badman a real badman man a nuh fraud
Hey, true, what dem seh?

Kim open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal yuh waan bite
And kick up and a real like a man she waan fight, alright
Open up your legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal yuh waan bite
And kick up and a real like a man she waan fight

From you a toppa toppa (then throw dem bows)
Toppa toppa (let the diamonds show)
Toppa toppa (mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa toppa (bad girl nuh haffi pose) (anyway)

Mi have girls from all nations, really Haitian and Jamaican
Woman a seh mi God's creation, so dem waan mi consegation
Send in application, waan mi qualification
Line up on mi gate like mi a custom or immigration
How when girl fi rule mon? Dem mad a could a gwaan man?
Just slam up Malaysian and mi send for Indonesian
Wife a Puerto Rican pon di hill mi buy a mansion
Just buy a apartment from mi girl fi wah Italian

One deh drive a BMW, I mention she a German
And to each a di one mi send a bag a pound from over England
Have girl on Netherland, African, or Switzerland
Bettin' baby mother weh mi have fresh from yard
Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog
This a badbwoy yah jump pon record
Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge
Mi can tell har somethin′

Kim open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal yuh waan bite
And kick up and a real like a man she waan fight, alright
Open up your legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal yuh waan bite
And kick up and a real like a man she waan fight

From you a toppa toppa (then throw dem bows)
Toppa toppa (let the diamonds show)
Toppa toppa (mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa toppa (bad girl nuh haffi pose) (c′mon)

Beenie Man and Little Kim callin' out (shout!)
People from east, west, north, and south (wha′?)
Say I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth (baow)
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big