Alarma - Effects Sound D.J.

All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith & Wesson A little competition comes my way But it always winds up the same Oh but the stone that the builder refused Shall be the head cornerstone But there ain't nothing wrong Ain't nothing right And still I sit and lie awake all night All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith & Wesson Enough DJs come with enough enough stylee But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wily Ain't nothing wrong Ain't nothing right And still I sit and lie awake all night, oh yeah You better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me I'm bound to come down with the new stylee Rock rub-a-dub known as reggae music Gonna come down with the new lyrics 'Cause it's just ain't no thing Oh I said, "it's been a real long time" Ain't nothing wrong Ain't nothing right And still I sit and lie awake all night, oh, oh, yeah Rub-a-dub blender A new mixer so I am the one DJ with enough flavor It goes, here I go, here I come Hear me, the dubbed down DJ Lord have this grilled cheese (I'm gonna) I am Jamaican but I ain't no freak Caught the man, Ino, with a ten pound bag of tweak Hold on, though we call it ghost rider, we call it ghost rider Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, wah-wah Ain't nothing wrong Ain't nothing right And still I sit and lie awake all night, oh yeah Dreddy got a job to do And we 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 our ammunition Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go I won't wait so long I said, I won't wait so long for you Oh, oh, yeah, mmm, mmm Oh, oh, hard to get so... much Mmm, mmm Stop your messing around (ah, ah, ah) Better think of your future (ah, ah, ah) Time you straighten right out (ah, ah) Or you'll wind up in jail