Dreadlock Holiday

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 dont like cricket, oh no
I love it
I dont like cricket, no, no
I love it
Dont you walk through my words
You got to show some respect
Dont you walk through my words
Cause you aint heard me out yet
Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said, 'Ill give you one dollar'
I said, 'Youve got to be jokin man'
It was a present from me mother
He said 'I like it I want it
Ill take it off your hands
And youll be sorry you crossed me
Youd better understand that youre alone
A long way from home'
And I say I dont like reggae, no, no
I love it
I dont like reggae, oh
I love it
Dont you cramp me style
Dont you queer on me pitch
Dont you walk through my words
Cause you aint heard me out yet
I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin pina coladas
I heard a dark voice beside me say
'Would you like something harder?'
She said, 'Ive got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it youll like it
And wallow in a dreadlock holiday'
And I say dont like Jamaica oh no
I love her
Dont like Jamaica, oh no
I love her oh yea
Dont you walk through her words
You got to show some respect
Dont you walk through her words
Cause you aint heard her out yet
I dont like cricket, oh no
I love it
(Dreadlock holiday)
I dont like reggae, oh no
I love it
(Dreadlock holiday)
Dont like Jamaica, yeah
I love her
(Dreadlock holiday)
I dont like cricket, oh no
I love it
(Dreadlock holiday)
I dont like reggae, oh no
I love it