Run-d.m.c. - Roots, Rap, Reggae Lyrics
Reggae!Rrrroots, rap, reggae![run].. and we dont stopIts like that yall, and then were ready to playIts no jive, its live, and its reggaeRoots, rap..[d.m.c.]My homeboy jay, dont scratch reg-gaeSo listen to jam master as the master start to play(and when he go) just check the show(cause they scratchin with the) toe(and even his el)-bow! (ha!)Rrrroots, rap, reggae![yellowman]Stomp your feet, clap your handAt the microphone is king yellowmanIn jamaica, Im the champ-i-onThis is roots, rap, reggae! ha ha ha, rip itRoots, rap, reggae!Hotta.. otta.. otta reggae musicotta.. otta.. otta reggae musicotta.. otta.. otta reggae musicI know we know that reggae is sweetReggae music is rap to de beatClap your hands an stomp your feetRoots, rap, reggae!Roots, rap..[run]Now party people Im so happy, dont know what to doCause Im an mc with the rhyme, and down with the crewRock from africa to france and the kalamazooAnd every place that I play, I hear a yay not a booAnd now a party not a party and a jam aint a jamLess d is who he be, and I am who I amOr jay is just the dj cuttin for the twoAnd its the three of us, baby and were doin the do[yellowman]Five plus five, equal to tenEverywhere I go Ive got a lot of girlfriendMusic is sweet, music is niceYellow ave about twenty-four wifeIts roots, rap, reggae! ha ha haRoots, rap, reggae!Dont drink alco-ol, dont snort cocaineReggae music is not so strangeKnow de cocaine will urt up your brainThis is roots, rap, reggae! ha hah!Roots, rap, reggae! aiiiiyy siah!Its roots, rap, reggae!
