All of the D. J. S surely have taken lesson
Start talkin' trash an' I'll come with my Smith an' Wesson

A little competition comes my way
But it always winds up the same
Now the stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone

Oh, but there ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothin' right
And still I set and lie awake all night

All of the D. J. S surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash an' I'll come with my Smith an' Wesson
All of D. J. S come, enough, enough stylie
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley

Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night

You better be strapped with the gat
If you wanna walk with me
I bound to come down with the new stylie
Rockin' rubadub know as reggae music
Gonna come down with the new lyrics

'Cause it just ain't nothing
Oh I said, it's been a real long time

Oh, but there ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night

Rubadub blender, a new mixer
I am one with D. J. With enough flavor
Because hear my dub, hear my dub, hear my dub, dumb D. J.
Lord have his grilled cheese

I mean, ah, I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Eno with a ten pound bag of tweak
Hold on, though we call him ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, however

Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night

Dreddy gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
But a, we will survive in this world of competition
Shooting guns and our ammunition

I won't wait so long
I said, I won't wait so long for you

Hard to get so, messin'
Stop your messin' around
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out
Or you'll wind up in jail