Keys Under Palm Trees

[Verse 1] 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 & my name bells ring - Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding! [Chorus] 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' [Bridge] 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 [Verse 2] Man, fuck a P-O, and fuck a C-O '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') [Chorus] 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' [Outro] Can you hear the yellin'? Comin' for me, comin' for me-e-e-e Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me