All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson
Start talking trash, and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
A little competition comes my way
(What a buy)
It always winds up the same
But "The stone that the builder refused,
Shall be the head corner stone"
Oh, but there,
Ain't nothin' wrong,
Ain't nothin' right,
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, all of the DJs surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash, and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
Enough DJs come with
Enough, enough stylee
But when I bust my lyrics,
We all know it's wicked and wily
Ain't nothin' wrong,
Ain't nothin' right,
And still I sit and lie awake at night
Oh, yeah
You better be strapped with your gat,
If you wan' walk with me
I'm bound to come down with the new stylee
Rockin' rubadub known as reggae music,
Gonna come down with the new lyrics
'Cause it just ain't nothing
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, oh yeah
Rubadub blender
A new a mixer
Oh, I am the one DJ with enough flava
It goes, heat the dub, hear my dub,
Hear my, now, dub down DJ
Lord have this grilled cheese
I in a, I ain't Jamican,
But I ain't no freak
I caught the man Eno with a ten pound bag of tweak
Ha ha ha
Tweaking
Damn
And though we called him ghost rider,
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger
Ain't nothin' wrong,
Ain't nothin' right,
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh yeah
Dred, he got a job to do,
And he might fulfill his mision
To see his pain, would be his greatest ambition
But ah, we will survive in this world of compition
Surely God's in 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 mmmm,
I said, I won't wait so long for you
Oh, oh, yeah, mmm mm ooh oh
Hard to get so much
Mmmm mm, stop your messin' around
Ahhhh, better think of your future
Ahhhh, time you straighten right out
Ahhhh, or you'll wind up in jail
Writer(s): Bradley James Nowell
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