Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley Welcome to Jamrock song lyrics
Feat Jack Johnson, Paula Fuga Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley Welcome to Jamrock song lyrics
Out in the streets they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van back
It inna you handbag, you knapsack, it inna you backpack
The smell a give your girlfriend contact
Some boy nuh know this, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And dem don't know the real hardcore
'Cause Sandals a new buck to the thugs
Dem have do what dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make them spot you unless you carry guns a lot too
A pure tough things come at you
When Trench town man stop, laugh and block-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and them start clap it
With the pin file done and it a beat rapid
Police come inna jeep and them can't stop it
Some say dem a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Funny man a get dropped like a bad habit
So no bother pose tough if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone
Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets they call it murder
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random
Political violence, can dun
Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
Them get blind by stardom
Now the king of kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unnu hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Them suit no fit me, to win election them trick we
Then dem don't do nuttin' at all
Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And most a the youths dem waste it
And when they waste it, that's when dem mek the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all
And that's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, them a lock rocket
Them will full you up a current like a short circuit
Them a run a roadblock which part the cops block it
And from now till a mornin' nuh stop clock it
If them run outta rounds a bruck-back ratchet
Welcome to Jamrock
(South side, north side)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East coast, west coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock
(Cornwall, Middlesex, Surrey)
Hey
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica, yo, Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock