D.J.'s (1991/Live Rarities Version)

All of the Dj's surely have taken a lesson
Start talking trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
A little competition comes my way
(Billy Bye)
But it always winds up the same
But "The stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head corner stone"
Ah, but there
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, all of the Dj's surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
Enough Dj's come with enough
Enough stylee
We all know it's wicked and wiley
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, you better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me
I bound to come down with the new stylee
Rockin' rubadub known as reggae music
'Cause it just ain't no thing
Oh, I said it's been a real long time
Oh, but there
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night, oh yea
Oh yeah, rubadub blender
A new mixer, go
I am the one Dj with enough flava, it go
Here I go, here I'm come, heara the dubbed down Dj
Lord, have this grilled cheese
I mean ah, I am Jamaican but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, woman
Ain't nothin' wrong
Ain't nothin' right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh yea
Dreddy got a job to do
And we might fulfill the mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
But ah, we will survive in this world of competition
Using guns and our ammunition
Bo, bo, bo
Go, go, go
I won't wait so long
I said "I won't wait so long for you"
Oh, oh, yeah, ooh oh
Hard to get so much
Hmm, stop your messin' around
Ah ah, better think of your future
Ah ah, time you straighten right out
Ah ah, or you'll wind up in jail