paroles de chanson Dreadlock Holiday - Reni Jusis
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
getto
They
looked
me
up
and
down
a
bit
and
turned
to
each
other
I
say,
I
don't
like
cricket,
oh
no
I
love
it
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
on
my
silver
chain
He
said:
"I'll
give
you
one
dollar"
I
said:
"You've
got
to
be
jokin',
man
It
was
a
present
from
me
mother"
He
said:
"I
like
it,
I
want
it,
I'll
take
it
off
your
hands
And
you'll
be
sorry
you
crossed
me
You
better
understand
That
you're
alone,
a
long
way
from
home"
And
I
say,
I
don't
like
Reggae,
oh
no
I
love
it
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
harder
'"
She
said:
'I've
got
it,
you
want
it
My
harvest
is
the
best
and
if
you
try
it
You'll
like
it
and
whollow
in
a
Dreadlock
holiday
And
I
say,
don't
like
Jamaica,
oh
no
I
love
her
Don't
you
walk
through
her
words
You
got
to
show
some
respect
Don't
you
walk
through
her
words
'Cause
you
ain't
heard
me
out
yet
I
don't
like
cricket,
oh
no
I
love
it
(Dreadlock
holiday)
I
don't
like
Reggae,
oh
no
I
love
it
(Dreadlock
holiday)
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