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' "Rasta, alright! " 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 & 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 seize, 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 seize, please call my aunties I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' Get down, get down, get down down Get d- get down, get down, get down down Get down, get down, get down down Get down, get down on the ground Get down, get down on the ground Man, fuck a P0, and fuck a C0 '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 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 seize, 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 seize, please call my aunties I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' Can you hear the yellin'? Comin' for me, comin' for me-e-e-e Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me