Better think of your future
Dreddy gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
Shooting guns and our ammunition
Oh I said, it's been a real long time
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
And still I sit and lie awake all night
All of D.J.s come, enough, enough stylie
Rubadub blender, a new mixer
Hold on, though we call him ghost rider
Because hear my dub, hear my dub, hear my dub, dumb D.J.
If you wanna walk with me
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
Hard to get so, messin'
I mean, ah, I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Eno with a ten pound bag of tweak
Shall be the head cornerstone
Stop your messin' around
'Cause it just ain't nothing
But a, we will survive in this world of competition
And still I sit and lie awake all night
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Gonna come down with the new lyrics
But it always winds up the same
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley
I bound to come down with the new stylie
You better be strapped with the gat
A little competition comes my way
Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
I am one with D.J. with enough flavor
Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' right
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, however
Try talkin' trash an' I'll come with my Smith an' Wesson
Time to straighten right out
Now the stone that the builder refused
Oh, but there ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
Rockin' rubadub know as reggae music
I won't wait so long
Lord have his grilled cheese
And still I set and lie awake all night
I said, I won't wait so long for you
All of the D.J.s surely have taken a lesson
