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Out in the streets, they call it murther |
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Welcome to Jamrock, camp whe' da' thugs them camp at |
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Two pounds a weed inna van back |
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It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack |
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The smell a give yah girlfriend contact |
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Some boy nuh know dis, them 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 them name Chuck Norris |
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And don't know the real hardcore |
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Cause Sandals a no 'back-to', da thugs Dem wi do whe' them got to |
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And won't think twice to shot you |
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Don't make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too |
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A bare tough thing come at you |
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When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic |
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Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it |
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With the pin file dung and it a beat rapid |
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Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it |
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Some say them a playboy, a playboy rabbit |
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Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit |
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So nobody pose tough if you don't have it |
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Rastafari stands alone! |
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[Chorus] |
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Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock |
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Out in the streets, they call it murther! |
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[Verse 2] |
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Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random |
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Political violence, can't done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth |
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Dem get blind by stardom |
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Now the Kings Of Kings a call |
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Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me |
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To see the sufferation sicken me |
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Them suit no fit me, to win election them trick we |
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Den them don't do nuttin at all |
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Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic |
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A most a the youths them waste it |
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And when them waste it, that's when them take da guns and replace it |
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Then them don't stand a chance at all |
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And that's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic |
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With the extra magazine inna them back pocket |
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And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket |
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All who not lock glocks, them a lock rocket |
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Then will full you up a current like a short circuit |
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Dem a run a roadblock which part the cops block it |
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And from now till a morning not stop clock it |
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If them run outta rounds a bruck back ratchet |
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[Chorus] |
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Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside) |
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Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo) |
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Welcome to Jamrock (Cornwall, Middlesex and Surrey) Hey! |
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Welcome to Jamrock |
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Out in the streets, they call it murther!!! |
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[Outro] |
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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 |
