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I was the rudest boy |
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From Kingston to Spanish town |
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Me run many a constabulary |
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Down to the ground. |
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Me mother bow her head in shame |
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When she would mention my name |
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What do I care I'm headed for |
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The Rudeboy Hall of Fame |
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Summer in Jam |
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(Jamaica) |
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Down the streets begin to bubble |
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The wicked sun beats down |
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While jobless youth just look for trouble |
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This is the Jam Down |
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That the tourist never see |
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In contrast to the dreadful ghetto |
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Is the limbo party |
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I've got no time man to sit and to brew |
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This corner is mine |
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'Cause I'm the rudest of the rude |
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The root of the ruthless |
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The rudest of the rude |
