Reggae

Roots, rap, reggae

And we don't stop

It's like that y'all and then we're ready to play

It's no jive, it's live and it's reggae

Roots, rap My homeboy Jay, don't scratch reggae

So listen to Jam Master as the Master start to play

And when he go just check the show

'Cause they scratchin' with the toe

And even his elbow, ha Roots, rap, reggae Stomp your feet, clap your hand

At the microphone is king Yellowman

In Jamaica, I'm the champion

This is roots, rap, reggae, ha ha ha, rip it

Roots, rap, reggae Hotta, hotta, 'otta reggae music

'Otta, 'otta, 'otta reggae music

'Otta, 'otta, 'otta reggae music I know, we know that reggae is sweet

Reggae music is rap to de beat

Clap your hands an' stomp your feet

Roots, rap, reggae

Roots, rap 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 the Kalamazoo

And every place that I play, I hear a yay not a boo And now a party not a party and a jam ain't a jam

Less D is who he be and I am who I am

Or Jay is just the DJ cuttin' for the two

And it's the three of us, baby and we're doin' the do Five plus five, equal to ten

Everywhere I go I've got a lot of girlfriend

Music is sweet, music is nice

Yellow 'ave about twenty-four wife It's roots, rap, reggae, ha, ha, ha

Roots, rap, reggae Don't drink alcohol, don't snort cocaine

Reggae music is not so strange

Know de cocaine will 'urt up your brain

This is roots, rap, reggae, ha, ha, hah Roots, rap, reggae, aiy siah

It's roots, rap, reggae