D.J.'s

All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith & Wesson

A little competition comes my way
But it always winds up the same
Oh, but the stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone

Oh, but there ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh

All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith & Wesson
(Enough DJ's come) enough, enough stylee
(But when I bust my lyrics, we all know it's) wicked and wily

I said ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, yeah

You better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me
I'm bound to come down with the new stylee
Rockin' rub-a-dub known as reggae music
Gonna come down with the new lyrics
'Cause it's just ain't no thing
Oh, I said, "It's been a real long time"

Oh, but there ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh, yeah

Rub-a-dub blender, a newer mixer so
I am the one DJ with enough flavor
Because here I go, here I come
Hear me, the dubbed down DJ
Lord, have this grilled cheese (I'm gonna)
I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
Caught the man, Ino, with a ten-pound bag of tweak
Hold on, though we call it Ghost Rider
Every time we see them, you fulfill the danger, but-but

Ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh, yeah

Dreddy got a job to do, and we might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
But, ah, we will survive in this world of competition
Shooting guns and our ammunition

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go

I won't wait so long, mmm
I said, I won't wait so long for you
Oh, oh, yeah, mmm, mmm
Oh, oh, hard to get so much, mmm, mmm

Stop your messing around (ah-ah-ah)
Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah)
Time you straighten right out (ah-ah)
Or you'll wind up in jail