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
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 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 through my words
 You got to show some respect
 Don't you walk through my words
 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
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 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 (Eh!)
 I don't like reggae (No!)
 I love it (Eh!)
 Don't you cramp me style
 Don't you queer me pitch
 Don't you walk through my words
 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
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 I hurried back to the swimming pool
 Sinkin' pina colada
 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 if you try it, you'll like it
 And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday"
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 And I say
 Don't like Jamaica (Oh no!)
 I love her (Eh!)
 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
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 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 (Eh!)
 I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)