Reggae!
Roots! Rock! Reggae!
And we don't stop, it's like that, y'all
And then we ready to play, it's no job
It's live and it's reggae
Roots! Rock!
My homeboy J, don't scratch reggae
So listen to Jah master as the master starts to play
And when he go, just check the show
'Cause he's scratching with his toe and even his elbow
Roots! Rock! Reggae!
Stamp your feet, clap your hands
At the microphone is King Yellowman
In Jamaica, I'm the champion
This is Roots! Rock! Reggae!
Hahaha! Ribbit!
Roots! Rock! Reggae!
Hotter, hotter, hotter reggae music
Hotter, hotter, hotter reggae music
Hotter, hotter, hotter reggae music
I know we know that reggae is sweet
Reggae music is rock to the beat
Clap your hands and stamp your feet
Roots! Rock! Reggae!
Roots! Rock!
Now, party people, I'm so happy, don't know what to do
'Cause I'm an MC with the rhyme and down with the crew
Rock from Africa to France and to Kalamazoo
And every place that I play (Roots!)
, I hear a "Yay" not a "Boo" (Rock!)
And now a party ain't a party and a jam ain't a jam (Reggae!)
'Less D is who we be and I am who I am
OJ is just a DJ cutting for the two
And it's the three of us, baby, and we doing the do
Five plus five equal to ten
Everywhere I go I got a lot of girlfriend
Music is sweet, music is nice
And Yellow have about 24 wife
It's Roots! Rock! Reggae!
Hahaha!
Roots! Rock! Reggae!
Don't drink alcohol, don't snort cocaine
Reggae music is not so strange
No, the cocaine will hurt up your brain
This is Roots! Rock! Reggae!
Hahaha!
It's Roots! Rock! Reggae! (I hear you, sire!)
It's Roots! Rock! Reggae!
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