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Tour (lil Jon & Paul's Remix)
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Yeah!
I say break up your folly grounds and straighten your crooked ways
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly
Selassie I liveth every time
Mi sing!
After me lef' from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If you ignore you goin' perish fi sure
Come back a Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor
Come back come hear say Pan Head skull bore
Come back come hear say Dirtsman skull bore
Hear say, John Pope Paul all come yah pon tour
DJ down yah a rinse out mi what more
Boogerman a plan all fi march and tour
Tour Kingston, and all go tour Portmore
But me know the whole of dem woulda must dead fi sure
And the DJ dem nah teach people no more
A pure clashing and fighting, dem no unite no more
All a tell the gyal dem fi bruk out like a sore
It seems like the people dem no love God no more
If slackness a the sickness, then culture a the cure
Ice all my block and all a whole city
After me lef' from Jamaica, foreign pon tour
Preaching, teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock on the door
If you ignore
Mi say!
After mi come back a Jamaica, nuff things gone wrong
Cyan know di woman dem different from di man
Whole of dem a dress inna di same pollution
Dawn and John a run competition
Man a take dem money and a go Obeah man
Man a grudgefull and dem no stop envy man
'Bout dem PNP right, and dem Labor wrong
Man a walk pon road and lick down innocent man
Lick down the little pickiney inna di Prom
This is one thing me got fi overstand
Most of the youth dem stop diss Rastaman
Dem get fi know say Rasta a di right tradition
And respect Selassie as the Almighty one
If slackness a the fault, culture a the solution
Lef' from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
Hold up! Wait a minute!
Come back a Jamaica things nah run right
Man all a fuss and dem no stop from fight
Some long icepick and some ol' rusty knife
Man a walk a road and take an innocent life
'Bout dem PNP wrong, and dem Labor right
Man a walk a road and take an innocent life
Say Selassie I, di whole of dem start to fight
Say Emanuel, and nuff of dem all a fight
Say Marcus Garvey, and nuff of dem a fight
Woman all a shine, and man no stop bite
If slackness a the darkness, then culture a the light
Ice all mi block and all a
And mi say, after me lef from Jamaica, go a foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
If you ignore you goin'
Oh!
This is most of the things me tell the people pon the tour
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon the door
Make sure your hands clean and make sure your heart pure
Selassie call you, your safe and secure
Things you used to do, you nah go do dem no more
Place you used to go, you nah go go deh no more
Food you used to eat, you nah go eat that no more
Things you used to say, you nah go say dem no more
The heathen dem a gwan like dem waan bruk out like sore
Jah say, see dem ago nuffer than the sand pon seashore
Lef' from Jamaica, go foreign pon tour
Preaching teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock pon your door
Hold up! Wait a minute!
Come back a Jamaica, everything insecure
Rich a get rich and the poor a get poor
Come back come hear say Pan Head skull bore
Come back come hear say Dirtsman skull bore
DJ down yah a rinse out mi what more
Boogerman a plan all fi march and tour
Tour Kingston, and all go tour Portmore
But me know the whole of dem woulda must dead fi sure
And the DJ dem nah teach people no more
Clashing and fighting, dem no unite no more
All a tell the gyal dem fi bruk out like a sore
It seems like the people dem no love God no more
If slackness a the sickness, then culture a the cure
Ice all my block and all a whole city
After me lef' from Jamaica, foreign pon tour
Preaching, teaching the people fi sure
Answer to Jah when him a knock on the door
If you ignore you goin' perish fi sure
Come back a Jamaica, nuff things gone wrong
Cyan know di woman dem different from di man
Whole of dem a dress inna di same pollution
Dawn and John a run competition
Man a take dem money and a go Obeah man
Man a grudgefull and dem no stop envy man
'Bout dem PNP right, and dem Labor wrong
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