I‐Roy – High Jacking Lyrics

Huh-uh, really, why you got to do your thing?
Mi tell you 'bout a sound call "High-jonking"
So baby, jam your pistol in your stocking
When I tell you 'bout a real thing call "High-jonking"
Baby, come a rocking and swing
Baby got to reverse and try to do your thing
When I talk 'bout thing, I really mean swing
I tell you 'bout a thing call "High-jonking"
So baby, come a rocking and swing
I say fi come and do your own thing
Really tell you 'bout a love I got to bring
So really, really, baby got to listen to it (Huh)

If you got reduction then I got the assumption
A mi would even hit you like a big baby, baby
So draw with the chalk, sir, I like it like that, sir
It's sweeter than a judgement
As the garbage man born, remember we had to draw
Now power fi say that's no bluff, I'm not even touching the stuff
A sound a call "High-jonking"
A baby got to come on down, a really rocking
A when I tell you, kick off your stocking
A really tell you, girl, I'm shocking like electric
Rock up quick and slick
And no more need for you to bring your walking stick
When I tell you 'bout the brother call "Highboy", he's mystic
Now baby, come on down, play the funny trick, I beg of you (Huh)

Waving on the scene, you got to be a really king
Like a machine, a win come win, a one come win, as I would beg of you
Talking 'bout a thing happening all over the world
A thing call "High-jonking", as I would say
Be careful, you can't just carry pistol in your stocking
High-jonking, rocking and swing
High-jonking, come and do your own thing
A really tell you 'bout a thing, as I would beg of you
Baby, baby, I never, never met of you
But still at least I got to tell you
A shooby-dooby-dooby-dooby-doo, me a love a you
But still I really want the world to know
So what you got to do is keep on coming through the door
Like you never do before, as I would say
A baby, come on down, as I would tell of you
A baby, keep on moving and swing
A come and do your thing, as I would say
High-jonking, relax, ya
High-jonking, got to tell you, thanks, you know
I tell you 'bout a thing call "High-jonking"
Happening all over the world
A really wanna tell it to you, girl (Huh)

Bad-bad motor scooter from the boot, ya
Sound a come on down with me, as I would beg of you
Beg of you, beg of you, beg of you, baby
Remember you will make me come on down with me
Lazy lovers, baby

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