All of the D.J'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 at night

Oh, all of the D.J's surely have taken a lesson
try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
Enough D.J.s come with enough, enough style
but when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley

Cause there
ain't nothin' wrong
ain't nothin' right
and still I sit and lie awake at night

Oh, You better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me
I bound to come down with the new style
Rockin' rubadub known as reggae music
gonna come down with the new lyrics
''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 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 D.J
Lord have his grilled cheese
I mean ah, I am Jamican but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Eno with a ten pound bag o' tweak (ha ha ha-tweaking) -(Eazy - "damn.")
And we called him ghost rider
every time you see him he fulfill the danger

Ain't nothin' wrong
ain't nothin' right
and still I sit and lie awake all night

oh, oh
Dreddy got a job to do
and we might fulfill the mision
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
but ah, we will survive in this world of competition
Shooting guns and our ammunition.

Bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo
Go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go

I won't wait so long, mmm
I said I won't wait so long for you
Oh, oh, yeah mmm mmm ooh oh
hard to get so much
Hmm, stop your messin' around, ah ah ah
better think of your future, ah ah ah
time you straighten right out, ah ah
or you'll wind up in jail

Writer : BRAD NOWELL
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group