Run Dmc

(feat. Yellowman)
Reggae!
Rrrroots, rap, reggae!
[Run]
.. and we dont stop
Its like that yall, and then were ready to play
Its no jive, its live, and its reggae
Roots, rap..
[D.M.C.]
My homeboy Jay, dont scratch reg-gae
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 el)-bow! (HA!)
Rrrroots, rap, reggae!
[Yellowman]
Stomp your feet, clap your hand
At the microphone is King Yellowman
In Jamaica, Im the champ-i-on
This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha, rip it
Roots, rap, reggae!
Hotta.. otta.. 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..
[Run]
Now party people Im so happy, dont know what to do
Cause Im 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 aint 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 its the three of us, baby and were doin the do
[Yellowman]
Five plus five, equal to ten
Everywhere I go Ive got a lot of girlfriend
Music is sweet, music is nice
Yellow ave about twenty-four wife
Its roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha
Roots, rap, reggae!
Dont drink alco-ol, dont snort cocaine
Reggae music is not so strange
Know de cocaine will urt up your brain
This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha HAH!
Roots, rap, reggae! AIIIIYY SIAH!
Its roots, rap, reggae!
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