D.J.'s

All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson
 Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith & Wesson
 A little competition comes my way
 But it always winds up the same
 Oh, but the stone that the builder refused
 Shall be the head cornerstone
 Oh, but there ain't nothing wrong
 Ain't nothing right
 And still I sit and lie awake all night
 Oh
 All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson
 Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith & Wesson
 (Enough DJ's come) enough, enough stylee
 (But when I bust my lyrics, we all know it's) wicked and wily
 I said ain't nothing wrong
 Ain't nothing right
 And still I sit and lie awake all night
 Oh, yeah
 You better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me
 I'm bound to come down with the new stylee
 Rockin' rub-a-dub known as reggae music
 Gonna come down with the new lyrics
 'Cause it's just ain't no thing
 Oh, I said, "It's been a real long time"
 Oh, but there ain't nothing wrong
 Ain't nothing right
 And still I sit and lie awake all night
 Oh, oh, yeah
 Rub-a-dub blender, a newer mixer so
 I am the one DJ with enough flavor
 Because here I go, here I come
 Hear me, the dubbed down DJ
 Lord, have this grilled cheese (I'm gonna)
 I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
 Caught the man, Ino, with a ten-pound bag of tweak
 Hold on, though we call it Ghost Rider
 Every time we see them, you fulfill the danger, but-but
 Ain't nothing wrong
 Ain't nothing right
 And still I sit and lie awake all night
 Oh, oh, yeah
 Dreddy got a job to do, and we might fulfill his mission
 To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
 But, ah, we will survive in this world of competition
 Shooting guns and our ammunition
 Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
 Go, go, go, go, go, go
 Go, go, go, go, go, go
 I won't wait so long, mmm
 I said, I won't wait so long for you
 Oh, oh, yeah, mmm, mmm
 Oh, oh, hard to get so much, mmm, mmm
 Stop your messing around (ah-ah-ah)
 Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah)
 Time you straighten right out (ah-ah)
 Or you'll wind up in jail