[Verse 1] Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs they camp at Two pounds a weed inna van bag It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack The smell a give your girlfriend contact Some boy noy notice, them only come around like tourist On the beach with a few club sodas Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris And they don't know the real hardcore Cause Sandals a now back too, the thugs they have do what them got to And won't think twice to shoot you Don't make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A pure tuff things come at you
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it Some say them a playboy (them) a playboy rabbit Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it Rastafari stands alone!
[Chorus] Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!
world of reggae music on ya, eh keep me rocking wit me daughter, eh world of reggae music on ya, eh never left them, never no suh, eh, ya now just be nice and old ya space I won't entertain no more disgrace
Out in the street the call it murder
when riddim spacing out your head
World of reggae music on ya, eh keep me rockin' wit me daughter, eh, ya world of reggae music on ya, eh lord ah thirsty give me water, eh, ya
man showin' how man feelin' man singing goodness gracious say I 10,000 riddims feelin' it makes the spider kiss the fly eh
world of reggae music on ya, eh keep me rockin' wit me daughter eh world of reggae music music on ya eh never left them never no suh eh