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Welcome To Jamrock
Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley Feat. Jack Johnson & Paula Fuga
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We like to bring Damian Marley up on the stage right now if y'all don't mind
We have Reggae royalty in the house today at Kokua show
Live and direct, Kokua Festival
Yeah! He-he-he
Out in the streets they call it murder
So welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem bark
And who burn a weed inna backpack, it's in a your handbag
Your knob suck it inna your backpack
The smell of gear got red contact, some boy don't know this
Dem only come around like tourists, on the beach with a few club sodas
A bedtime stories and pass like dem dem truck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore
Sometimes a go back to the drugs that we do where dem got to
And won't think twice to shut you, don't make dem spot you
Unless you carry guns along too, a beer truck be come at you when
Hawaiian staff laugh and the cops drop it
Then they will run for cover and dem start clapping
When the beat pile up, it a be dropping
When police come in a Jeep and dem can't stop it
Some say I'm a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Babylonians get trapped like a bad habit
And a bad a 'cause to feed you down to it
Rastafari stand stands alone
Welcome to Jamrock, eh, Jah, Loud, eh
And welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets they call it murder (ay!)
And welcome to Jamrock, poor people are dead and wrapped up
Political violence cyan done, I've was an hot up
The youth dem get blind by stardom
The king of all kings are called old man too
Hawaii, why you fool no one if you with me?
The city's sufferation sick me, dem suit not fit me
If we need election then trick me
Dem down you don't think at all
Come on and face it, aghetto education, basic
And most of the youth, dem waste it
And when dem waste it, they say they get the guns, replace it
Dem don't stand a chance at all
And that's why,, enough likkle youth have up some fat matting
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And a live a nighttime in a some black jacket
If dem not lock clocks then dem a lock rockets
But we pull you up a car like a shock socket
Then go run around the block the cops block it
And from now 'til the morning, non-stop clock it
If dem run out around sight, a welcome to Jamrock, eh
That's how we really wanna do, yeah
So welcome to Jamrock
Y'all big up Jack-Jack, stereotype, eh, you don't know, all day
So welcome to Jamrock, that's all we really know, eh
So, so welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets they call it murder (Jah!)
Jamaica, Jamaica, hey
Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica, yeah
Jamaica, Jamaica
Yeah
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