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