I was walkin' down the street
Concentratin' on truckin' right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces, one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it.
I don't like cricket no no
I love it.
Don't you walk thru' my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk thru' my words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet.
Well, he looked down at my silver chain
He said, "I'll give you one dollar."
I said, "You got to be jokin' man.
It was a present from me mother."
He said, "I like it, I want it,
I'll take it off your hands
And you'll be sorry you crossed me.
You better understand that you're alone
A long way from home."
And I say,
I don't like reggae no no
I love it.
I don't like regaae
I love it.
Don't you cramp me style
Don't you queer me pitch
Don't you walk thru' my words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet.
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Drinkin' piņa colada
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said, "I've got it, you want it.
My harvest is the best
And if you try it you'll like it
And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday."
And I say
Don't like Jamaica oh no
I love her.
Don't like Jamaica oh no
I love her. oh yea
Don't you walk thru' her words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk thru' her words
'Cause you ain't heard her out yet.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comI don't like cricket
I love it. Dreadlock Holiday
I don't like reggae
I love it. Dreadlock Holiday
Don't like Jamaica
I love her. Dreadlock Holiday.
I don't like cricket
I love it. Dreadlock Holiday
I don't like reggae
I love it. Dreadlock Holiday