Texty: Tanya Stephens. Ruff Rider. Handle The Ride.

:
A a A John! What kind a idiot ting dat ya give a pon mi man. Want ya back bad. Mi love off ya, ya know. Cha

CHORUS:
Ya could na handle the ride
see it dere now
ya gone now pon de broad side
Hold down your head from me ya wan hide
Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide
A we say

VERSE 1:
Tell your friend dem you wicked and brutal
but now you end up in the hospital
talk bout too much gal ya kill
ya never stop till you write ya own will
now ya wan gone a dr. fu- phil
ya should a hear when mi tell ya fa chill

CHORUS

VERSE 2:
Me tell ya, say ya should na mess with this philly
cause anything cross mi border me kill it
but ya never wan a listen to mi warning
ya could not even budge in a de morning
Pon de streets him a boast how him dread
But pon de work John a drop down dead

CHORUS

Big up all topless and Godless crew
Cause de gal dem nah stop cry for you
All roses and nu-fish man come down a ting in a ya hand.
Man from Portmore and man from spain
Ya never wait till ya gal complain

CHORUS

(Thanks to niki*flo for these lyrics)