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Love It or Leave It Alone/Welcome to Jamrock (feat. Damien Marley, Common %26 Friends, Mos Def

Alicia Keys,Damian Marley,Mos Def,Common,Common & Friends
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C'mon! Yes yes yes Uh, a yes yes y'all (freak freak y'all) A-freak freak y'all! Freak freak y'all - fifteen! (Ohh!) A yes yes y'all (Put them hands in the air, y'all!) (Yo, now put them hands in the air y'all) Waddup, Brook-Lyyyyyyyyn! And just clap your hands y'all A freak freak y'all - and ya don't stop A to the beat y'all - and ya don't stop A freak freak y'all - and ya don't stop A to the beat (y'all!) Yo, mad love for the culture Since the days of Adidas and hip-hop posters Now I host with Mos and just to boast to brag A bit about it, 'cause I cain't live without it Seen her on the streets when I was like ten Especially's of a lagged and young black man Do backspins in backyards 'cause we rap harder People that lack sauce, now we black stars Gift from God, they said we must be crazy Now they sayin Common, Nasir, and Jay-Z Leaders of tomorrow, follow the steps of Africans rap in the ghettos makin it spressed up Yo we bring the light, we do it tonight Alicia Keys and Mos Def bring it right We come down and bam, and rock who I am Com Sense, yo, I'm wit the fam, yo You gotta love it, or leave it alone (huh) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (yeah) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (say what?) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (how we do it) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (Alicia Keys say) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (say what?) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (huh) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (Mos Def) Yo, peep it out while I tell you like this A fresh to the soil, be sure you don't miss It's the true for ya, true feature I could go on for days about it, screamin' "Alicia!" Walkin' down the block with brother Com Sense Comrade Com Sense, so what the heck, so I Show this fresh girl that you always sure Before and then my heart should be adored and Cain't front, another ignore It's Aquarius love and highly secure Daje Mahal, and really gettin' in And fantasize of my life for a one or two winners And my man Com Sense just stopped and said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your fuckin' head" (ohhhhh!!) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (say what?) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (you got it right) You gotta love it, or leave it alone You gotta love it, or leave it alone You gotta love it, or leave it alone You gotta love it, or leave it alone You gotta love it, or leave it alone (say what?) You gotta love it, or leave it alone Right about now, I wanna thank everybody for comin' out And rockin with me tonight I wanna give a big-up, to my man Mos Def My man Common Sense, my man Krucial My man Ills, the whole M.B.K. fam The whole Krucial Keys fam, and MTV And everybody out th-ere say "yeah!!" Yeah! Said everybody out th-ere say "yeah!!" (Yeeeeeahhh) C'mon, and alright I need y'all to give it up, for Pablo on percussion For Paul John on drums, Onree Gill on M.D Anaysha, Sara, Jermaine, AND, Denise on backgrounds Steve on the bass, oh Artie on the gee-tar (yaaaay), Jeff's on the horns (oh) Aye-yay-yay, and the string quartets Ray Chew and, the Crunks Oh, oh (one-two), you know You gotta love it, or leave it alone (say what?) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (say what?) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (Jeff Robinson) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (oh) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (Jay Rob) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (Jay Rob) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (oh, oh) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (come on, come on) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (what's that Jay Rob) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (Big Jeff) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (huh, huh) You gotta love it, or leave it alone (let's go) You gotta love it We woooon! Oh, oh, oh, I wanna bring Damian Marley to the spot Up in the streets, they call it murrrrrr-derrrr! Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your handbag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell ah give your girlfriend con Some bwoy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist On the beach with a few club sodas Bedtime stories, pose like dem name Chuck Norris Don't know the real hardcore 'Cause Sandals ah nuh Backtoo, the thugs dem will do when dem got to And won't think twice to shot you Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff tings come at you When, New York man stop laugh and lock-off traffic Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it Police come inna Jeep and dem can't stop it Some say them ah playboy ah Playboy Rabbit ?Socialize? Or get dropped like a bad 'abit So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it Rastafari stands alone! Welcome to Jamrock! Welcome to Jamrock! Up in the streets, they call it murrr-derrrr! Jamaica, Jamaicaaaa, yeah Jamaica, Jamaicaaaa, yeah Jamaica, Jamaicaaaa, yeah Jamaica, Jamaica! (Chi-Town) Chi-Town, Chi-Town, and we gets down Chi-Town, Chi-Town, and we gets down Chi-Town, Chi-Town, and we gets down It's Chi-Town, gettin' all down c'mon New York, New Yoooo-OO-ork (New York, New York) New York, New Yoooo-OO-ork (New York, New York) New York, New Yoooo-OO-ork (New York, New York) New York, New Yoooo-OO-ork (Brooklyn!) Say welcome to Jamrock A-welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock Up in the streets, they call it Murrr-Derrrra!! Yeeeeaaahh!, (bok-bok-bok-bok!) Damian Marley, ladies and gentlemen Common Sense, Mos Def We love you, and we thank you, for rockin' wit us! Much love to the people, eh-haha ha Hahaha, Brooklynnnnnn