She want it rough, she want it mean
She want it rough, she want it mean
She don't want it soft, she want it extreme

Plus, she never cook, she never clean

Chacka Demus and the Pliers have girl Maxine

The one Echo Minott talk about Arleen
Well Ska Vengers talk about Shaheen
So let me tell you bout the girl Shaheen

Her husband was a banker, she no like how him put it in
Everyday him gone a work about nine-fifteen
She call me pan the phone around nine-sixteen

She say Sultanate come over cuz the coast is clean
Jump in my beat up apple green Maruti esteem
Cruise through Delhi traffic it's the same old scene

Now Shaheen lives in a housing scheme
So I watch for the neighbours and remain unseen


I'm a player, I'm rude, I need no excuse
I do what I choose, I'm tired of your ways
Knock down drunk stumbling down the hall,

Bumpin' your head up against the wall

Chorus

Whiskey runnin' down your chin,
I don't even want to know where you been
I said back down, you better stay mute!


So I'm a player, I'm rude
I need no excuse, I do what I choose


I like it rough, I like it mean
I like 'em tough, I like 'em lean,

I like it rough I like it mean,
And I don't cook and I don't clean



First we pet her then we pamper
Then we drop it like an anchor

Have the lotion have the powder
She say she want it louder
Said she want the stuff

Bring out the hand-cuff
She say she want it mean, she want it rough


Always knock down drunk stumbling down the hall,
Bumpin' your head against the wall


Whiskey runnin' down your chin,
I don't even want to know where you been,
I said back down, you better stay mute

I'm not the one rolling with Russian prostitutes

At least I don't pursue the things you pursue

It's the way that you act makes me break the rules
I say back down!