High Drive (Louis out)

Louis, Louis out

(Man a fresh to mi bed)

(Me fresh from mi wake)

Mhm

Louis, Louis out

(Weh yuh Clarks deh?)

Va-Vale, Valentino, Louis out

(Yeah mi fresh from mi wake)

Hmm-hmm

Weed an gyal mi cyaan do widout

(Yeah mi fresh from mi wake)

(Woh-yoi)

Yuh know seh mi high like kite

Bare pretty gyal in high drive

Hennessy a run inna mi tripe

Clean to di bone, haters a seh mi hype

Hmm-hmm

Louis, Louis out

(Seh mi fresh from mi wake)

Woh-yoi

(Wol mi fresh till mi wake)

Ah yes

Louis, Louis out

Wid mi gun pon mi waist

Di gyal dem seh "Wat's dat smell?"

Cologne alone mek mi get Chantel

M-O-N-E-Y, yuh must can spell

Dat is di name of mi goddamn smell

Man shell di bar like a peanut shell

(Hoi)

Peanut shell, bar like a peanut shell

Woh-yoi, wicked

(Peanut shell)

Di gyal dem hot like di sun in di summer

Want all a dem by mi side

Party tun up, dawg it fucking tun over

Rum an di gyal dem collide

Hmm-mm

Louis, Louis out

(Seh mi fresh from mi wake)

Woh-yoi

(Wol mi fresh till mi wake)

Oh yes

Louis, Louis out

Wid mi gun pon mi waist

Bimma dem fresh, have di bikers dem ready

Big belly matic heng on pon mi side

Circle Taboo an mi touch round a Weddy

No waste man cyaan wol on pon mi bride

(Woh-yoi)

Yuh mad

Every killy out

(Seh mi fresh from mi wake)

(Seh mi fresh from mi wake)

Ah yeah

Zebbie, Bougie out

(Wid mi gun pon mi waist)

Suh mi touch round a Dream Weekend

Party suh nice, mi nuh waan leave

Buck up inna mi three freak dem

Sight dem a par wid a Chinese

Dem a tell mi di weed sweet dem

Party suh nice mi nuh waan leave

High life a di real heathen

Dem kinda life yah mi wah live

Hmm-mm

Louis, Louis out

(Seh mi fresh from mi wake)

Woh-yoi

(Wol mi fresh till mi wake)

Ah yes

Louis, Louis out

Wid mi gun pon mi waist

Di gyal dem seh "Wat's dat smell?"

Cologne mek mi get Chantel

M-O-N-E-Y, yuh must can spell

Dat is di name of mi goddamn smell

Man shell di bar like a peanut shell

(Hoi)

Peanut shell, bar like a peanut shell

Woh-yoi, wicked

(Peanut shell)

Di gyal dem hot like di sun in di summer

Want all a dem by mi side

Party tun up, dawg it fucking tun over

Rum an di gyal dem collide

Hmm

Louis, Louis out

Every ghetto yute

Louis, Louis out

(Seh mi fresh from mi wake, wake)

Oh yeah

Hmm

Louis, Louis out, ooh-ooh

(Seh mi fresh from mi wake)

Aw-huh

Louis

Woh-yoi, woh-yoi, woh-yoi, woh-yoi

Wid mi gun pon mi waist

(Waist, waist, waist)