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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 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'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
    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
    Sinkin' Pena Calarda
    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 it you try it you'll like it
    And whollow in a Dreadlock Holyday.
    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.
    I 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 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'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
    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
    Sinkin' Pena Calarda
    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 it you try it you'll like it
    And whollow in a Dreadlock Holyday.
    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.
    I 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.