Roots, rap, And we stop It's like that y'all and we're ready to play It's no jive, live and it's reggae Roots, rap
My homeboy Jay, scratch reggae So listen to Jam as the Master start to play And when he go check the show 'Cause scratchin' with the toe And his elbow, ha
Roots, rap,
Stomp your feet, clap hand At the microphone is Yellowman In Jamaica, I'm the is roots, rap, reggae, ha ha ha, rip it Roots, rap,
Hotta, hotta, 'otta music 'Otta, 'otta, 'otta music 'Otta, 'otta, 'otta reggae
I know, we know reggae is sweet music is rap to de beat Clap your hands an' stomp feet Roots, rap, Roots, rap
Now party people I'm so happy, don't know to do 'Cause I'm an MC with the rhyme and with the crew from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo And every place I play, I hear a yay not a boo
And now a party not a and a jam ain't a jam D is who he be and I am who I am Or Jay is the DJ cuttin' for the two And it's the three of us, baby and we're the do
Five five, equal to ten Everywhere I go got a lot of girlfriend Music is sweet, is nice Yellow 'ave twenty-four wife
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Don't drink alcohol, snort cocaine Reggae is not so strange Know de cocaine 'urt up your brain is roots, rap, reggae, ha, ha, hah
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