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Dreadlock Holiday
I was walkin' down the street
Concentratin' on truck in right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked 'round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one man a brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other
I say
I don't like freakin' 'ta oh no
I love it 'ta yeah
I don't like freakin' 'ta oh no
I love it 'ta oh
Don't you walk through my words got to show some respect
Got you walk through my words
Cause you ain't got me out there
Well leave it down at my self a change he said
I'll give you one dollar
I said You got to be jokin' man
It was a present from me mother
He said
I like it
I want it
I'll take it out your hands
And you'll be sorry you trust me
You better understand that you're alone
Along way from home
I say
I don't like Reggae
Yeah oh no
I love it 'ta yeah
I don't like
Reggae 'ta oh no
I love it 'ta
Don't you snaff the style
Don't you quit on the pitch
Don't you walk through my words you ain't got me out there
I hear affecting in the sun in blue simply
Pinacolada
I heard the dock boys beside of me said
Would you like something harder
She said
I've got it you want it
My hub is this the best that if you try it
You'll like it your mother in the dreadlock holiday
I say don't like
Jamaica 'ta oh no
I love her yeah
Don't like
Jamaica'ta oh no
I love her yeah
Don't you walk through my words got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't be out there
I say
I don't like freaking 'ta oh no
I'll love it 'ta yeah
I don't like
Reggae 'ta oh no
I love it 'ta
I say
I don't like
Jamaica oh yeah
I love her 'ta