Alicia Keys

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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

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Language: English

Appearing on: Unplugged (2005)

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