Tytuł: Dreadlock holiday

• Wykonawca: Reni Jusis
• Wyświetleń: 246

I was walkin' down the street
   Concentratin' on truckin' right
   I heard a dark voice beside of me
   And I looked 'round in a state of fright
   I saw four faces, one mad, a brother from the getto
   They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other
  
   I say, I don't like cricket, oh no
   I love it
  
   Don't you walk through my words
   You got to show some respect
   Don't you walk through my words
   Cause you ain't heard me out yet
  
   Well, he looked down on my silver chain
   He said: "I'll give you one dollar"
   I said: "You've got to be jokin', man
   It was a present from me mother"
   He said: "I like it, I want it, I'll take it off your hands
   And you'll be sorry you crossed me
   You better understand
   That you're alone, a long way from home"
  
   And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no
   I love it
  
   Don't you cramp me style
   Don't you queer me pitch
   Don't you walk through my words
   'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
  
   I hurried back to the swimming pool
   Sinkin' Pina Colada.
   I heard a dark voice beside me say
   "Would you like something harder ł"
   She said: 'I've got it, you want it
   My harvest is the best and if you try it
   You'll like it and whollow in a Dreadlock holiday
  
   And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no
   I love her
  
   Don't you walk through her words
   You got to show some respect
   Don't you walk through her words
   'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
  
   I don't like cricket, oh no
   I love it (Dreadlock holiday)
   I don't like Reggae, oh no
   I love it (Dreadlock holiday)