Lyric Roots, Rap, Reggae

(feat. Yellowman)

Reggae!
Rrrroots, rap, reggae!

[Run]
.. and we don t stop
It s like that y all, and then we re ready to play
It s no jive, it s live, and it s reggae

Roots, rap..

[D.M.C.]
My homeboy Jay, don t scratch reg-gae
So 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 hand
At the microphone is King Yellowman
In Jamaica, I m the champ-i-on
This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha, rip it
Roots, rap, reggae!
Hotta.. otta.. otta reggae music
otta.. otta.. otta reggae music
otta.. otta.. otta reggae music
I know we know that reggae is sweet
Reggae music is rap to de beat
Clap your hands an stomp your feet
Roots, rap, reggae!
Roots, rap..

[Run]
Now party people I m so happy, don t know what to do
Cause I m an MC with the rhyme, and down with the crew
Rock from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo
And every place that I play, I hear a YAY not a BOO
And now a party not a party and a jam ain t a jam
less D is who he be, and I am who I am
Or Jay is just the DJ cuttin for the two
And it s the three of us, baby and we re doin the do

[Yellowman]
Five plus five, equal to ten
Everywhere I go I ve got a lot of girlfriend
Music is sweet, music is nice
Yellow ave about twenty-four wife
It s roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha
Roots, rap, reggae!
Don t drink alco- ol, don t snort cocaine
Reggae music is not so strange
Know de cocaine will urt up your brain
This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha HAH!
Roots, rap, reggae! AIIIIYY SIAH!
It s roots, rap, reggae!