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 (billy bye) But it always winds up the same But the stone that the builder refused Shall be the head corner stone Ah, but there ain't nothin' wrong Ain't nothin' right And still I sit and lie 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 DJs 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 nothin' right And still I sit and lie awake all night Oh, You better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me I bound to come down with the new style Rockin' rubadub 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 nothin' right And still I sit and lie awake all night Oh yeah Rubadub blender a new mixer, go I am the one DJ with enough flava It go here I go, here I'm come, heara the 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' tweak (eazy, "damn") And we called him ghost rider Every time you see him he fulfill the danger Ain't nothin' wrong Ain't nothin' right And still I sit and lie awake all night Oh, oh Dreddy got a job to do And we might fulfill the mision 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, mmm I said I won't wait so long for you Oh, oh, yeah mmm mmm ooh oh Hard to get so much Stop your messin' 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