Roots, rap, And we stop It's like that y'all and we're ready to play It's no jive, it's live and reggae Roots, rap
My homeboy Jay, don't scratch So listen to Jam Master as the Master to play And he go just check the show 'Cause scratchin' with the toe And his elbow, ha
Roots, rap,
Stomp your feet, your hand At the microphone is king In Jamaica, I'm the is roots, rap, reggae, ha ha ha, rip it Roots, rap,
Hotta, hotta, 'otta music 'Otta, 'otta, 'otta music 'Otta, 'otta, 'otta music
I know, we know that is sweet Reggae music is rap to de Clap your an' stomp your feet Roots, rap, Roots, rap
Now party people I'm so happy, know what to do 'Cause I'm an MC the rhyme and down with the crew from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo And every place that I play, I a yay not a boo
And now a not a party and a jam ain't a jam D is who he be and I am who I am Or Jay is the DJ cuttin' for the two And the three of us, baby and we're doin' the do
plus five, equal to ten Everywhere I go got a lot of girlfriend Music is sweet, music is Yellow 'ave twenty-four wife
roots, rap, reggae, ha, ha, ha Roots, rap,
Don't drink alcohol, don't snort Reggae music is not so Know de cocaine will 'urt up brain is roots, rap, reggae, ha, ha, hah
Roots, rap, reggae, aiy It's roots, rap,