Welcome to Jamrock, camp whe' da' thugs dem camp at Two pounds a weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack The smell a give yah girlfriend contact Some boy noy notice, dem only come around like tourist On the beach with a few club sodas Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris And don't know the real hardcore Cause Sandals a no 'back-to', da thugs Dem wi do whe' dem got to And won't think twice to shot you Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff thing come at you
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic Then them wheel and pop off and dem 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, 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!