This tune's called rihanna's gun!

Wyclef, cris cab

All handz on deck

You hear me?

We're the best!

Lock the exits

You have just awaken the sleeping giants

Wyclef

All handz on deck

Cris cab

Wanna talk to the girls

When a woman's fed up, your car gets keyed up

She'll call 911, and police they show up

They don't need no reason, to put you in prison

She gives the order - rikers island

I used to hold you in my arms,

Now you're holding me at arms

Ticky ticky tack, till they're startin' the alarm.

Yeah, there's a riot in the bedroom

And I don't know if I'ma make it alive or in the tomb

She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times

She shoot me three times, she shoot me four times

And that feels like I've been hit with rihanna's gun!

Oh, one time

Oh, two times

Oh, three times

Oh, four times

And I never got the chance to apologize!

So baby girl, these are two roses

I picked them from your garden

I'm begging for your pardon

Please take me back in the morning!

Oh, these are the roses

I picked them from your garden

I'm begging for your pardon

Please take me back in the morning!

She was targeting, targeting, targeting… my heart

I know she was up to something when I saw her in the dark

Her hand was on the burner, and my things were in the yard

My hat, my shoes, my clothes, and my nylon string guitar

I told her that I loved her, but I guess it's not enough

She sliced up all my tires, so I had to take the bus

I never would admit it, so she told me we were done

She said she found a paper with stacy's number on the front.

She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times

She shoot me three times, she shoot me four times

And that feels like I've been hit with rihanna's gun!

Oh, one time

Oh, two times

Oh, three times

Oh, four times

And I never got the chance to apologize!

So baby girl, these are the roses

I picked them from your garden

I'm begging for your pardon

Please take me back in the morning!

Oh, these are the roses

I picked them from your garden

I'm begging for your pardon

Please take me back in the morning!

Gal how could you ever do me this

When you did shoot, make you never did miss?

Sweet words from your damn pretty lips

And you shoot up the benz and take way me drist

You nuh see the gully life at stake

From you sleep in a bed with the snake

Get carried away by the sexy shape and me drop asleep and wake

She captured me

Without a fight

Well baby girl

It's quite alright

They say two wrongs, don't make it right

She say why you carry roses to a gun fight

And suddenly, I went outta sight

No guns, but roses,

I picked them from your garden

I'm begging for your pardon

Please take me back in the morning!

Oh, these are the roses

I picked them from your garden

I'm begging for your pardon

Please take me back in the morning!

Rihanna's gun!