Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rhythm Rock, artist - The Lions. Album song Soul Riot, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 01.10.2015
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Rhythm Rock |
| Angelo Moore: |
| Ladies and gentlemen, lions and lionesses |
| King cats of the jungle and pussycats of the Sahara |
| When it comes to music everybody knows about the cool cats of jazz |
| but when it comes to reggae what cha’ll know about these rude scratch lions? |
| Junor Francis: If you’re ready let them hear you! |
| Black Shakespeare: |
| Yeah we’re ready, ready, ready to rock it steady |
| Alex: Bless up Dreadie |
| Malik: Yeah, dub it heavy ya’ll |
| Black Shakespeare: |
| King of the jungle, from JA to LA to the rivers of Humboldt |
| Lion roar and the speakers go (roar) |
| Babylon stumble, tumble and crumble |
| Earthquaker — blaze up for acres |
| Echo, echo, echo the sounds of Jamaica |
| Lazer beams, supreme overstanding |
| Walk and we talk like a champion, free Buju Banton |
| from Kingston to Compton, Ochie to Oakland, Trenchtown to Upland |
| Treasure Isle to Trojan, lion wicked and wild from ocean to ocean |
| In a motion, strutting in that jungle style for generations we blazing it I |
| Kick it up, don’t stop. |
| Pick it up, let the rhythm drop. |
| No we never, never… no joker smoker |
| I’m the toaster that burn that mota |
| That makes them locas loca |
| Police and thieves want fe march like soldier |
| Red, gold and green, roots and culture |
| It’s sunshine to sunset from East to West |
| Bless to my lioness, the Queen Mother and the Emperess |
| Bless that Cali cess. |
| Kick it up, don’t stop. |
| Pick it up, let the rhythm drop. |
| I said the analogue, analogue style |
| Kicking up the dubs from Chavez to Miracle Mile |
| Big up, big up Reggae Pops and Dusk |
| on a riddim in a spiritual high |
| On a mission I vibe with I bredren |
| Audiophile rock 45's reel up, backspin |
| Relaxing on the Gold Coast, listening to |
| Coxsone Dodd at the controls |
| Pass go on the freeway, 101 to 405 |
| It’s 4:20, Pacifica time, Lions on the chalice with stars in their eyes |
| The angels in the city look so pretty |
| Make them lowriders low and lounge back in their Caddies. |
| Vibrating out from the trunk |
| The bass speakers go (ba-bump ba-bump) |
| And the gal, them wind them (ba-dunka dunk) |
| Got that skunk and that reggae riddim funk |
| From up the beach to the concrete jungle |
| Lions sound roar make them speakers grumble |
| Rumble, skank up an' bubble |
| Leave all your troubles |
| Got all them ladies crazy and tasty |
| Cook it up, cook it up master chef Hastie. |