Welcome to Jamrock

Album: Welcome to Jamrock (2005)
Charted: 13 55
  • Out 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 hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack
    The smell ah give your girlfriend contact

    Some boy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist
    On the beach with a few club sodas
    Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
    And don't know the real hardcore

    'Cause Sandals ah nuh back too the thugs
    Dem will do whe 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 Trench Town man stop laugh and block off traffic
    Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
    With the pin file dung an it ah beat rapid
    Police come inna jeep and dem can't stop it

    Some say them ah playboy, ah playboy rabbit
    Funny man ah get dropped like a bad habit
    So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
    Rastafari stands alone

    Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
    Out in the streets, they call it murder

    Welcome to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
    Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
    The youth dem get blind by stardom
    Now the kings of kings ah call

    Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
    To see the sufferation sick me
    Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
    Then dem don't do nuttin' at all

    c'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
    And most ah de youths them waste it
    And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it
    Then dem don't stand a chance at all

    And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat 'matic
    With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
    And ah a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
    All who nah lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket

    They will full you up ah current like ah shock socket
    Dem a run ah road back which part the cops block it
    And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it
    If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet

    Welcome to Jamrock
    (Southside, Northside)
    Welcome to Jamrock
    (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)

    Welcome to Jamrock
    (Cornwall, Middlesex and Surrey, yah)
    Hey, welcome to Jamrock
    Out in the streets, they call it murder

    Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, now
    Jamaica, Jamaica, yo, Jamaica, Jamaica
    Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Writer/s: Damian Robert Nesta Marley, Ini Kamoze, Stephen Marley
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 4

  • Flo from Toulouse, -...and the original song is titled "This is Reggae Music"
  • Flo from Toulouse, -"World-a-Music" is based on a 1976 song by Zap Pow, a jamaican crossovre reggae band.
  • Allox from Qld, AustraliaBomb song.
  • Patrick from San Diego, United StatesOut in de street, they call it Murder, er!
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