Mos Def
Alicia Keys & Common & Mos Def & Damian Marley - Love it or leave it alone/Welcom to Jamrock lyrics
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[Alicia Keys:] C'mon! [music begins] [Mos Def:] Yes yes yes... Uh, a yes yes y'all (freak freak y'all) A-freak freak y'all! Freak freak y'all - fifteen! (Ohh!) A yes yes y'all [Put them hands in the air, y'all!] [Yo, now put them hands in the air y'all] Waddup, Brook-LYYYYYYYYYYYYYN!! [Common:] And just clap your hands y'all A freak freak y'all - and ya don't stop A to the beat y'all - and ya don't stop A freak freak y'all - and ya don't stop A to the beat (y'alllllllllll!!!) [Common:] Yo, mad love for the culture Since the days of Adidas and hip-hop posters Now I host with Mos and just to boast to brag a bit about it, 'cause I cain't live without it Seen her on the streets when I was like ten Especially's of a lagged and young black man Do backspins in backyards cause we rap harder People that lack [?], now we black stars Gift from God - they said we must be crazy Now they sayin Common, Nasir, and Jay-Z Leaders of tomorrow, follow the steps of Africans rap in the ghettos makin it spressed up Yo we bring the light, we do it tonight Alicia Keys and Mos Def bring it right We come down and bam, and rock who I am Com Sense, yo; I'm wit the fam, yo [Chorus x2: sung in tune of Brand Nubian's "Love it or Leave It Alone"] You gotta love it, or leave it alone You gotta love it, or leave it alone You gotta love it, or leave it alone You gotta love it, or leave it alone [Mos Def:] (Mos Def) Yo, peep it out while I tell you like this A fresh to the soil, be sure you don't miss It's the, true for ya, true feature I could go on for days about it screamin "Alicia!" Walkin down the block with brother Com Sense Comrade Com Sense, so what the heck so I - show this fresh girl that you always sure Before and then my heart should be adored and cain't front, another ignore It's Aquarius love and highly secure Daje Mahal, and really gettin in and fantasize of my life for a one or two winners And my man Com Sense just stopped and said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your FUCKIN head.." (OHHHHH!!) [Chorus x2: with ad-libs] [Alicia Keys: interlude] Right about now, I wanna thank everybody for comin out and rockin with me tonight I wanna give a big-up, to my man Mos Def My man Common Sense, my man Krucial My man Ills, the whole M.B.K. fam The whole Krucial Keys fam, and MTV And everybody out th-ere say "yeah!!" [crowd cheers] Yeah! Said everybody out th-ere say "yeah!!" (YEEEEEAHHH) C'mon, and alright I need y'all to give it up, for Pablo on percussion for Paul John on drums, Onree Gill on M.D. Anaysha, Sara, Jermaine, AND, Denise on backgrounds Steve on the bass, oh Artie on the gee-tar (yaaaay), Jeff's on the horns (oh) AYE-YAY-YAY, and the string quartets Ray Chew and, the Crunks Oh, oh (one-two), you know [Chorus x2: with ad-libs and variations] Uh, WE WOOOOOOOOON!! [Intro] Out in the streets, they call it murder! [Verse 1] Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack The smell ah give your girlfriend contact Some bwoy nuh 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 ah nuh Backtoo, the thugs dem will do whe dem got to And won't think twice to shot yu Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff tings come at you When Trenchtown man stop laugh and lock-off traffic Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it Police come inna jeep and dem cant stop it Some say them ah playboy ah playboy rabbit get dropped like a bad habit So nuh bodah 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! [Verse 2] Welcome to Jamrock, poor people ah dead at random Political violence, can done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth dem get blind by stardom Now the Kings Of Kings ah call Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me To see the sufferation sick me Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we Then dem don't do nuttin at all C'mon let's face it, a ghetto education's basic And Most ah de youths them waste it And when dem waste it, that's when dem take the guns replace it Then dem don't stand a chance at all And that's why ah nuff little youth have up some fat matic With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket And have leisure night time inna some black jacket All who nuh lock glocks, ah dem a lock rocket They will full you up ah current like ah short circuit Dem a run ah roadblock which part the cops block it And from now till a mornin nuh stop clock it If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet [Chorus] Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside) Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo) Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex in Stereo) Hey! Welcome to Jamrock Out in the streets, they call it murder!!! [Outro] Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now! Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica! Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock