| All of the d.j.s surely have taken lessons
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| Start talkin trash and I’ll come with my smith &wesson
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| A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same
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| the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone
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| Ain’t nothin wrong ain’t nothing right
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| And still I set and lie awake all night
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| All of the d.j.s surely have taken lessons
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| Try talkin trash and I’ll come with my smith &wesson
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| Enough d.j.s come with enough stylie
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| but when I bust my lyrics we all know it’s wicked-wily.
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| Ain’t nothin wrong, ain’t nothing right
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| But still I sit and lie awake all night
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| You better be strapped with the gat
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| If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down
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| With the new stylie, rockin rubadub know as reggae music
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| Gotta come down with some new lyrics
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| Cause it just ain’t nothing, oh I said it’s been a real long time
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| Ain’t nothin wrong, ain’t nothing right
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| And still I sit and lie awake all night
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| Rubadub blender a new mixer
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| I am the one with d.j. |
| with enough flavor
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| Hear my dub… lord have his grilled cheese.
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| I ain’t jamaican, but I ain’t no freak
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| Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o’tweak
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| And called him ghost rider every time you see him he fulfill the danger
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| Ain’t nothin wrong, ain’t nothing right
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| And still I sit and lie awake all night
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| Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
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| To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
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| We will survive in this world of competition
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| To make sure we have our ammunition… BO BO BO BO… GO GO GO GO…
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| I won’t wait so long
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| I said I won’t wait so long
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| For you
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| Stop your messin around,
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| Better think of your future
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| Time to straighten right out
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| or you’ll wind up in jail |