Start talkin' trash an' I'll come with my Smith an' Wesson
A little competition comes my way
But it always winds up the same
Now the stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' right
And still I set and lie awake all night
All of the D. J. S surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash an' I'll come with my Smith an' Wesson
All of D. J. S come, enough, enough stylie
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
You better be strapped with the gat
If you wanna walk with me
I bound to come down with the new stylie
Rockin' rubadub know as reggae music
Gonna come down with the new lyrics
'Cause it just ain't nothing
Oh I said, it's been a real long time
Oh, but there ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Rubadub blender, a new mixer
I am one with D. J. With enough flavor
Because hear my dub, hear my dub, hear my dub, dumb D. J.
Lord have his grilled cheese
I mean, ah, I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Eno with a ten pound bag of tweak
Hold on, though we call him ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, however
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Dreddy gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
But a, we will survive in this world of competition
Shooting guns and our ammunition
I won't wait so long
I said, I won't wait so long for you
Hard to get so, messin'
Stop your messin' around
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out
Or you'll wind up in jail
All of the D. J. S surely have taken lesson Start talkin' trash an' I'll come with my Smith an' Wesson A little competition comes my way But it always winds up the same Now the stone that the builder refused Shall be the head cornerstone Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' right And still I set and lie awake all night All of the D. J. S surely have taken a lesson Try talkin' trash an' I'll come with my Smith an' Wesson All of D. J. S come, enough, enough stylie But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right And still I sit and lie awake all night You better be strapped with the gat If you wanna walk with me I bound to come down with the new stylie Rockin' rubadub know as reggae music Gonna come down with the new lyrics 'Cause it just ain't nothing Oh I said, it's been a real long time Oh, but there ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right And still I sit and lie awake all night Rubadub blender, a new mixer I am one with D. J. With enough flavor Because hear my dub, hear my dub, hear my dub, dumb D. J. Lord have his grilled cheese I mean, ah, I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak I caught the man Eno with a ten pound bag of tweak Hold on, though we call him ghost rider Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, however Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right And still I sit and lie awake all night Dreddy gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission To see his pain would be his greatest ambition But a, we will survive in this world of competition Shooting guns and our ammunition I won't wait so long I said, I won't wait so long for you Hard to get so, messin' Stop your messin' around Better think of your future Time to straighten right out Or you'll wind up in jail Explain Request ×
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