Roots, rap, And we don't It's like y'all and then we're ready to play no jive, it's live and it's reggae Roots, rap
My homeboy Jay, don't scratch So listen to Jam Master as the Master start to And he go just check the show 'Cause they with the toe And his elbow, ha
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Stomp your feet, your 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, reggae music
I know, we know that reggae is music is rap to de beat Clap your hands an' stomp your Roots, rap, Roots, rap
Now party people I'm so happy, don't what to do 'Cause I'm an MC with the rhyme and down the crew from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo And every that I play, I hear a yay not a boo
And now a party not a party and a jam a jam D is who he be and I am who I am Or Jay is the DJ cuttin' for the two And the three of us, baby and we're doin' the do
Five plus five, to ten I go I've got a lot of girlfriend Music is sweet, is nice Yellow about twenty-four wife
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Don't drink alcohol, don't snort Reggae music is not so Know de cocaine 'urt up your brain is roots, rap, reggae, ha, ha, hah
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