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 (I say) I don't like cricket-a oh no I love it-a yeah I don't like cricket-a no no I love it-a yeah 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 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 me mother He said I like it I wan' it I'll take it off your hands An' you'll be sorry you'd crossed me You'd better understand that you're a long, a long way from home (and I say) I don't like reggae-a no no I love it-a hey I don't like reggae-a yeah yeah I love it-a oh yeah 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 I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin' pina colada I heard a dark voice beside me say Would you like something hotter She said I've got it you wan' it my harvest is the best And if you try it you'll like it and wallow in the Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday (and I say) don't like jamaica oh no I love her hey Don't like jamaica oh no I love her oh yeh 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 I don't like cricket-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday I don't like reggae-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday Don't like jamaica hey I love her dreadlock holiday I don't like cricket-a oh no I love it-a dreadlock holiday I don't like reggae
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