I tell 'em this is my comeback
I don't care if it's your wife you can run that
Tell that other fool get a dunce-cap

Talkin bout how he's livin well I does that
And I run rap, So I bun that
Inhale to my lungs black

And my last jam locked off the airwaves big so my hands
Out lookin.. where the funds at?
Rob Kelly I'm a boss

I tell a chick like this get lost
And there ain't enough room in the spotlight so could ya
Please get off

Mr Lock off the dancehall, girls them shock out on the dancefloor
So don't talk about he's got skills
He's alright but he's not real


Chorus


If I can't have you, I don't want knowbody baby
Boy it's got to be you I don't need no substitute I need the real thing


I been holdin on, I been lookin for the real thing
Waiting patiently I never stopped believing, say I'm chasing
Rainbows living in a dream, boy you're still my fantasy I'm never giving in

I'll tell you why

If I can't have you, I don't want knowbody baby

Boy it's got to be you I don't need no substitute I need the real thing

I wanna wifey, but a good one

Like salpa but a hood one (Georgia)
$#&@ a Rolex I got a FLUD one
And my weapon of choice is a spudgun

And I wave it a hoodlum so don't be dumb dun
I give one one o per cent out of a tonne when I'm goin in hard with a
Young one

Rob Kelly I'm the king, I can do it in the bar or the ring
And I really don't care if that's your bird cos I go hard in the thing
Mr lock up your daughters, bring another lamb to the slaughter

I'm only saying how I feel, he's alright but he's not real