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All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin' trash and we'll come with my Smith and Wesson A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same, "The stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone" Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right But still I sit and lie awake all night All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Try talkin' trash and I'll go with my Smith and Wesson Enough d.j.s come with enough style But when I bus my lyrics we all know it's wicked-wily. Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right But still I sit and lie awake all night You better strap with the gat If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down With the new stylee, rockin rub-a-dub know as reggae music Gotta come down with some new lyrics It just ain't nothing, oh I said, it's been a real long time Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right And still I sit and lie awake all night Rub-a-dub blender a new mixer I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor Hear the dub, hear my dub, hear my dub down d.j. and say lord have his grilled cheese. Letras de cancionesI ain't Jamaican, but I ain't no freak Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o' tweak And called him ghost rider every time you see them he fulfill the danger Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right But still I sit and lie awake all night Dread gotta a job to do and he 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 ammunition I won't wait so long I said I won't wait so long For you Stop your messin' around, Better think of your future Time to straighten right out, or you'll wind up in jail From Letras Mania