I was walking
down the street
concentrating on
trucking right
I heard a dark voice beside
of me
and I turned 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
When I say
I don't like cricket woah
no
I love it I
don't like cricket woah
no I
love it
Don't you walk
through my words
got to show
some respect
Don't you walk
through 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 joking man
it was a present
from my 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 woah
no
I love it yeah I
don't like reggae woah
no I
love it yeah
Don't you walk
through my words
got to show
some respect
Don't you walk
through my words
'cause you ain't
heard me out yet
I hurried back to
the swimming pool
sinking 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
Don't like Jamaica
woah no
I love her _
Don't like Jamaica
woah no I
love her _
Don't you walk
through her words
got to show
some respect
Don't you walk
through her words
'cause you ain't heard
her out yet
Dreadlock holiday
Dreadlock holiday _