All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin' trash and we'll come with my Smith and Wesson
A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same,
"The stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone"

Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right
But still I sit and lie awake all night
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll go with my Smith and Wesson

Enough d.j.s come with enough style
But when I bus my lyrics we all know it's wicked-wily.
Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right
But still I sit and lie awake all night

You better strap with the gat
If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down
With the new stylee, rockin rub-a-dub know as reggae music
Gotta come down with some new lyrics
It just ain't nothing, oh I said, it's been a real long time
Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Rub-a-dub blender a new mixer
I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor
Hear the dub, hear my dub, hear my dub down d.j. and say lord have his grilled cheese.
I ain't Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o' tweak
And called him ghost rider every time you see them he fulfill the danger

Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right
But still I sit and lie awake all night
Dread gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
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But ah we will survive in this world of competition
Shooting guns and ammunition

I won't wait so long
I said I won't wait so long
For you

Stop your messin' around,
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out, or you'll wind up in jail