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