Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love It or Leave It Alone/Welcome to Jamrock , by - Alicia Keys. Release date: 10.10.2005
Song language: English
Love It or Leave It Alone/Welcome to Jamrock |
| Yes yes yes… |
| Uh, a yes yes y’all (freak freak y’all) |
| A-freak freak y’all! |
| Freak freak y’all — fifteen! |
| (Ohh!) A yes yes y’all |
| Waddup, Brook-LYYYYYYYYYYYYYN! |
| And just clap your hands y’all |
| A freak freak y’all — and ya don’t stop |
| A to the beat y’all — and ya don’t stop |
| A freak freak y’all — and ya don’t stop |
| A to the beat (y'alllllllllll!!!) |
| Yo, mad love for the culture |
| Since the days of Adidas and hip-hop posters |
| Now I host with Mos and just to boast to brag |
| A bit about it, 'cause I cain’t live without it |
| Seen her on the streets when I was like ten |
| Especially’s of a lagged and young black man |
| Do backspins in backyards cause we rap harder |
| People that lack, now we black stars |
| Gift from God — they said we must be crazy |
| Now they sayin Common, Nasir, and Jay-Z |
| Leaders of tomorrow, follow the steps of |
| Africans rap in the ghettos makin it spressed up |
| Yo we bring the light, we do it tonight |
| Alicia Keys and Mos Def bring it right |
| We come down and bam, and rock who I am |
| Com Sense, yo; |
| I’m wit the fam, yo |
| You gotta love it, or leave it alone |
| You gotta love it, or leave it alone |
| You gotta love it, or leave it alone |
| You gotta love it, or leave it alone |
| (Mos Def) Yo, peep it out while I tell you like this |
| A fresh to the soil, be sure you don’t miss |
| It’s the, true for ya, true feature |
| I could go on for days about it screamin «Alicia!» |
| Walkin down the block with brother Com Sense |
| Comrade Com Sense, so what the heck so I — |
| Show this fresh girl that you always sure |
| Before and then my heart should be adored and |
| Cain’t front, another ignore |
| It’s Aquarius love and highly secure |
| Daje Mahal, and really gettin in |
| And fantasize of my life for a one or two winners |
| And my man Com Sense just stopped and said |
| «Yo stop frontin' and use your head!» |
| A-said «Yo stop frontin' and use your head!» |
| A-said «Yo stop frontin' and use your FUCKIN head.» |
| (OHHHHH!!) |
| Right about now, I wanna thank everybody for comin out |
| And rockin with me tonight |
| I wanna give a big-up, to my man Mos Def |
| My man Common Sense, my man Krucial |
| My man Ills, the whole M.B.K. |
| fam |
| The whole Krucial Keys fam, and MTV |
| And everybody out th-ere say «yeah!!» |
| {*crowd cheers*] |
| Yeah! |
| Said everybody out th-ere say «yeah!!» |
| (YEEEEEAHHH) |
| C’mon, and alright |
| I need y’all to give it up, for Pablo on percussion |
| For Paul John on drums, Onree Gill on M. D |
| Anaysha, Sara, Jermaine, AND, Denise on backgrounds |
| Steve on the bass, oh |
| Artie on the gee-tar (yaaaay), Jeff’s on the horns (oh) |
| AYE-YAY-YAY, and the string quartets |
| Ray Chew and, the Crunks |
| Oh, oh (one-two), you know |
| Uh, WE WOOOOOOOOON! |
| Oh, oh, oh. |
| I wanna bring Damian Marley to the spot. |
| Up in the streets, they call it murrrrrr-derrrr! |
| Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at |
| Two POUND ah weed inna van back |
| It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack |
| The smell ah give your girlfriend con — |
| Some bwoy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist |
| On the beach with a few club sodas |
| Bedtime stories, pose like dem name Chuck Norris |
| Don’t know the real hardcore |
| Cause Sandals ah nuh Backtoo, the thugs dem will do when dem got to |
| And WON’T think twice to shot you |
| Don’t make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too |
| A bare tuff tings come at you |
| When, New York man stop laugh and lock-off traffic |
| Then dem wheel AND pop off and dem start clap it |
| With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it |
| Police come inna Jeep and dem can’t stop it |
| Some say them ah playboy ah Playboy Rabbit |
| ?Socialize? |
| or get dropped like a bad 'abit |
| So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don’t have it |
| Rastafari stands alone! |
| Welcome to Jamrock! |
| Welcome to Jamrock! |
| Up in the streets, they call it murrrrrr-derrrr! |
| Jamaica, Jamaicaaaa, yeah |
| Jamaica, Jamaicaaaa, yeah |
| Jamaica, Jamaicaaaa, yeah |
| Jamaica, Jamaica! |
| (Chi-Town) |
| Chi-Town, Chi-Town, and we gets down |
| Chi-Town, Chi-Town, and we gets down |
| Chi-Town, Chi-Town, and we gets down |
| It’s Chi-Town, gettin all down c’mon |
| New York, New YOOOO-OO-ORK (New York, NEW YOOOORK) |
| New York, New YOOOO-OO-ORK (New York, NEW YOOOORK) |
| New York, New YOOOO-OO-ORK (New York, NEW Yooork) |
| New York, New YOOOO-OO-ORK (Brook-lyn!) |
| Say wel-come to Jamrock… |
| A-wel-come to Jamrock… |
| Wel-come to Jamrock… |
| Up in the streets, they call it MURRRRR-DERRRRRRRRRRAH! |
| YeeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAAhhhhhh!!! |
| (BOK BOK BOK BOK!) |
| Damian Marley, ladies and gentlemen |
| Common Sense, Mos Def |
| WE LOVE YOU, and we thank you, for rockin wit us! |
| Much LOOOOVE to the people, eh-haha ha… |
| Hahaha… BROOKLYYYYYYYN… |