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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, oh no
I love it
Don't you walk through my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through 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've 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'd better understand that you're alone
A long way from home
And I say I don't like reggae, no, no
I love it, yeah
I don't like reggae, I love it, yeah
Don't you cramp me style
Don't you queer on me pitch
Don't you walk through my words
`Cause you ain't heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin' pina coladas
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 bestAnd 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, yeah
Don't like Jamaica, oh no
I love her, oh yeah
Don't you walk through her words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through her words
`Cause you ain't heard her out yet
I don't like cricket, oh no
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
I don't like reggae, oh no
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
Don't like Jamaica, hey
I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)
Translate to:
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, oh no
I love it
Don't you walk through my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through 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've 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'd better understand that you're alone
A long way from home
And I say I don't like reggae, no, no
I love it, yeah
I don't like reggae, I love it, yeah
Don't you cramp me style
Don't you queer on me pitch
Don't you walk through my words
`Cause you ain't heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin' pina coladas
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 bestAnd 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, yeah
Don't like Jamaica, oh no
I love her, oh yeah
Don't you walk through her words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through her words
`Cause you ain't heard her out yet
I don't like cricket, oh no
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
I don't like reggae, oh no
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
Don't like Jamaica, hey
I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)