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Love It Or Leave / Welcome to Jamrock
Alicia Keys
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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 - 15!
(Oh!) a yes, yes y'all
(Put them hands in the air, y'all!)
(Yo, now put them hands in the air y'all)
Waddup, Brooklyn!
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 can'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, Nas, 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
Common 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 Commo Sense
Comrade Common 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 Common 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" (oh!)
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!"
(Yeah)
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 won!
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna bring Damian Marley to the spot
Up in the streets, they call it murder!
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
Some selector get dropped like a bad 'abit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!
Welcome to Jamrock! (New York)
Welcome to Jamrock!
Up in the streets, they call it murder!
Jamaica, Jamaica, yeah
Jamaica, Jamaica, yeah
Jamaica, Jamaica, 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 York (New York, New York)
New York, New York (New York, New York)
New York, New York (New York, New York)
New York, New York (Brooklyn!)
Say welcome to Jamrock
A-welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Up in the streets, they call it Murder!
Yeah! (Bok-bok-bok-bok!)
Damian Marley, ladies and gentlemen
Common Sense, Mos Def
We love you, and we thank you, for rockin' with us!
Much love to the people, eh-haha ha
Hahaha, Brooklyn