D.J.'s

All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson

Start talking trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

A little competition comes my way

But it always winds up the same

But the stone that the builder refused

Shall be the head cornerstone

Ah, but there ain't nothing wrong

Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lay awake all night

Oh, all of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson

Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

Enough DJ's come with enough, enough style

But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley

'Cause there ain't nothin' wrong

Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lay awake all night

Oh, you better be strapped with your gat if you wanna walk with me

I'm bound to come down with the new style

Rockin' rub-a-dub known as Reggae music

Gonna come down with the new lyrics

'Cause it just ain't no thing

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 lay awake all night

Oh yeah, rub-a-dub blender, a new mixer

Go I am one DJ with enough flavor

It go here I go, here I come, here a dubbed down DJ

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 o tweek

And we called him ghost rider

Every time you see them you fulfill your danger

Ain't nothin' wrong

Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lay awake all night

Oh, oh Dreddy got a job to do

And we might fulfill his mission

To see his pain would be his greatest ambition

But ah we will survive in this world of competition

Shooting guns and our ammunition

Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bo

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

I won't wait so long, mm

I said, I won't wait so long for you

Oh, oh, yeah, mmm, mmm, oh, oh

Hard to get so much, mmm, mmm

Stop your messing around (Ah-ah, ah)

Better think of your future (Ah-ah, ah)

Time you straighten right out (Ah-ah)

Or you'll wind up in jail