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Song «Murder She Wrote» von Chaka Demus and Pliers.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1992 (Single), 1992 (Album)
Label: Taxi TXI 0874, Mango 74321 14727
Songwriter Everton Bonner & Sly Dunbar & John Taylor & Lloyd "Gitsy" Willis
Produktion: Sly Dubar & Robbie McIntosh & Lloyd 'Gitsy' Willis
Genre: Caribbeana - Dancehall
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Personen und Querverweise
Chaka Demus and Pliers
Everton Bonner
Sly Dunbar
John Taylor
Lloyd "Gitsy" Willis
Sly Dubar
Robbie McIntosh
Lloyd 'Gitsy' Willis
Lyrics
[Intro: Chaka Demus] Now this one dedicated to the girls them with the angel face and the devil heart You know say Ragamuffin Chaka Demus and youth called Pliers Come to deal with the case Step up my youth, hear this [Chorus: Pliers & Chaka Demus] I know this little girl, her name is Maxine Her beauty's like a bunch of rose If I ever tell ya 'bout Maxine You oughta say I don't know what I know, but Murder she wrote (For real, for real) Murder she wrote Murder she wrote Murder she wrote [Refrain: Chaka Demus] Watch ya now, it name Ah pretty face and bad character Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka Ah pretty face and bad character Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka Say, gyal, you pretty Your face, it pretty but your character dirty Girl, you just act too flirty-flirty You run to Tom, Dick, and also Harry And when you find your mistake You talk 'bout you're sorry, sorry, sorry (Come now) [Verse 1: Pliers] Have her cruise the corner where she jooks an' where she jam She know about Lou, Crack, an' every moneyman Make love with the Coolie, Chinese, White Man, an' Indian The wickedest kind a girl whey Mr. Pliers buk upon [Chorus: Pliers & Chaka Demus] Now have you heard about this girl, her name is Maxine? Her beauty's like a bunch of rose (Ha-ha-ha-ha) And if I ever tell ya 'bout Maxine You oughta say I don't know what I know, but Murder she wrote (Murderous woman) Murder she wrote Murder she wrote, na-na-na Murder she wrote [Verse 2: Chaka Demus] Watch here now, stand still You nah pay me light bill If you test the ragamuffin Girl, ya goin' get kill Girl, keep 'way 'Cause you ah crebbie crebbie And the lyrics weh me talk, a it me DJ Girl, come out Because you nah shock out And when you hear the Ragamuffin You haffi jump and shout Nuh touch me gate You nah pay my water rate Because great is great, great can't underrate (Follow me) [Refrain: Chaka Demus] Your pretty face and bad character Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka (Follow me) Your pretty face and bad character Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka Say, gyal, you pretty Your face, it pretty but your character dirty Girl, you just act too flirty-flirty You run to Tom, Dick, and also Harry And when you find your mistake You talk 'bout you're sorry, sorry, sorry [Verse 3: Pliers] Now every middle of the year this girl go have abortion For the coolie, White Man, Indian, no seekin' an infant And just the other day me see her six month pregnant Now she up an' switch her girl with another baby in a pram [Chorus: Pliers] Ooh, you heard about this girl, her name is Maxine? Her beauty's like a bunch of rose And but if I ever tell ya 'bout Maxine You oughta say I don't know what I know, but Murder she wrote Murder she wrote Murder she wrote, na-na-na Murder she wrote [Verse 4: Chaka Demus] Excuse me Girl, me never know, me never know you, so you stray Ragamuffin Chaka Demus come fi flash it same way Woah (Follow me) [Refrain: Chaka Demus] Ya pretty face and bad character Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka (Follow me) Ya pretty face and bad character Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka Say, gyal you pretty Your face, it pretty But your character dirty Girl, you just act too flirty-flirty You run to Tom, Dick, and also Harry And when you find your mistake You talk 'bout you're sorry, sorry, sorry [Verse 5: Chaka Demus & Pliers] The girl a pose an' a brag how she look sexy All she worship is pure vanity The girl a pose an' a brag how she a look ready When she wash her clothes, it dirty Girl, you no ready if you can't cook for me Girl, you no ready if you can't wash for me Girl, you no ready if you know you're flirty-flirty (Follow me) Your pretty face and bad character Them there kind of livin' can't hold Chaka for me, no (Murder she wrote, murder she wrote) Your pretty face and bad character (Murder she wrote, murder she wrote) Them there kind of livin' can't (Murder she wrote) hold Chaka So stand still (Murder she wrote, na-na-na) You no pay me light bill And if you test di ragamuffin (Murder she wrote) Gyal, ya gwan get kill Gyal, keep 'way 'Cause you ah crebbie crebbie And the limits to me talk of if me DJ Girl, come out Because you nah shack out Now when you hear the ragamuffin You haffi jump and shout Now touch me gate You now pay my water rate Because great is great, great can't underrate (Come down) [Chorus: Pliers] Now you heard about this girl, her name is Maxine Her beauty's like a bunch of rose But if I ever tell you 'bout Maxine You oughta say I don't know what I kno—