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!