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Out in the streets, they call it murder |
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Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at |
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Two pound ah weed inna van back |
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It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack |
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The smell ah give your girlfriend contact |
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Some boy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist |
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On the beach with a few club sodas |
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Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris |
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And don't know the real hardcore |
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'Cause Sandals ah nuh back too the thugs |
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Dem will do whe dem got to and won't think twice to shot you |
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Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too |
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A bare tuff tings come at you |
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When Trench Town man stop laugh and block off traffic |
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Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it |
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With the pin file dung an it ah beat rapid |
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Police come inna jeep and dem can't stop it |
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Some say them ah playboy, ah playboy rabbit |
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Funny man ah get dropped like a bad habit |
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So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it |
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Rastafari stands alone |
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Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock |
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Out in the streets, they call it murder |
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Welcome to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random |
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Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom |
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The youth dem get blind by stardom |
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Now the kings of kings ah call |
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Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me |
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To see the sufferation sick me |
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Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we |
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Then dem don't do nuttin' at all |
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C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic |
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And most ah de youths them waste it |
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And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it |
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Then dem don't stand a chance at all |
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And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat 'matic |
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With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket |
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And ah a bleach a night time inna some black jacket |
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All who nah lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket |
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They will full you up ah current like ah shock socket |
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Dem a run ah road back which part the cops block it |
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And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it |
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If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet |
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Welcome to Jamrock |
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(Southside, Northside) |
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Welcome to Jamrock |
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(East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo) |
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Welcome to Jamrock |
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(Cornwall, Middlesex and Surrey, yah) |
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Hey, welcome to Jamrock |
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Out in the streets, they call it murder |
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Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, now |
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Jamaica, Jamaica, yo, Jamaica, Jamaica |
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Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock |
