Dreadlock Holiday

I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of fright I saw four faces, one mad A brother from the gutter They looked me up and down a bit And turned to each other I say I don't like cricket (Oh no!) I love it I don't like cricket (No no!) I love it Don't you walk through my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at my silver chain He said "I'll give you one dollar" I said you've got to be jokin' man It was a present from me mother He said "I like it, I want it I'll take it off your hands And you'll be sorry you crossed me You'd better understand that you're alone A long way from home And I say I don't like reggae (No no!) I love it (Eh!) I don't like reggae (No!) I love it (Eh!) Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer me pitch Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin' pina colada I heard a dark voice beside me say "Would you like something harder?" She said, "I've got it, you want it My harvest is the best And if you try it, you'll like it And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday" And I say Don't like Jamaica (Oh no!) I love her (Eh!) Don't like Jamaica (Oh no!) I love her (Oh yeah!) Don't you walk through her words You got to show some respect Don't you walk through her words 'Cause you ain't heard her out yet I don't like cricket (Oh no!) I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) I don't like reggae (Oh no!) I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) Don't like Jamaica (Eh!) I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)

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