Roots, rap, And we stop It's like y'all and then we're ready to play It's no jive, it's and it's reggae Roots, rap
My homeboy Jay, don't scratch So listen to Jam as the Master start to play And when he go check the show 'Cause scratchin' with the toe And his elbow, ha
Roots, rap,
Stomp your feet, clap your At the microphone is Yellowman In Jamaica, I'm the is roots, rap, reggae, ha ha ha, rip it Roots, rap,
Hotta, hotta, reggae music 'Otta, 'otta, 'otta reggae 'Otta, 'otta, reggae music
I know, we know that reggae is Reggae music is rap to de Clap your an' stomp your feet Roots, rap, Roots, rap
Now party people I'm so happy, don't know to do 'Cause I'm an MC with the rhyme and 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 party not a party and a jam a jam D is who he be and I am who I am Or Jay is the DJ cuttin' for the two And it's the three of us, baby and doin' the do
Five five, equal to ten Everywhere I go I've got a lot of Music is sweet, is nice Yellow about twenty-four wife
roots, rap, reggae, ha, ha, ha Roots, rap,
Don't alcohol, don't snort cocaine Reggae is not so strange Know de will 'urt up your brain is roots, rap, reggae, ha, ha, hah
Roots, rap, reggae, aiy It's roots, rap,