Welcome To Jamrock
(Out in the street, they call it murder)
Welcome to Jamrock
Camp whe' the thugs dem camp at
Two pound a weed inna van back
It inna yuh hand bag, yuh nap sack
It inna yuh back pack
The smell a give yah girlfriend contact
Some bwoy nuh know dis
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 no Back-To
Di thugs dem wi' do whe' dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't mek dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bear tuff thing come at you
When Trenchtown man stop, laugh and block off traffic
Den dem wheel and pop-off and dem start clap it
With the pin file down and it a beat rapid
Police come inna jeep an' dem can't stop it
Some say dem ah playboy, a playboy rabbit
Get drop like a bad habit
So nuh bother pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone
Welcome to Jamrock
(Ay) welcome to Jamrock
Out in the street, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamdown
Poor people a dead at random
Political violence, can't done
Bare ghost and Phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the king of kings, ah, call
Old man to pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit nuh fit me
To win election dem trick we
Den dem don't do noting at all
Come on, let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
And most of the youths dem waste it
And when dem waste it
That's when dem tek 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 a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who nah lock Gloc, say dem a lock rocket
Dem wi full you up a current like ah shock socket
Dem wi run a road block which part the cops block it
And from now till a morning nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta rounds, ah, bruck-back ratchet
Welcome to Jamrock
(Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock
(Cornwall, Middlesex and Surrey, yah)
Hey, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the street, they call it murder
Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica, yo
Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
(Out in the street, they call it murder)
Welcome to Jamrock
Where the thugs hang out
Two pounds of weed in the van's back
It's in your handbag, your backpack
It's in your backpack
The smell gives your girlfriend a contact high
Some guys don’t know this
They only come around like tourists
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, posing like they’re Chuck Norris
And don’t know the real hardcore
'Cause Sandals ain't no Back-To
The thugs will do what they gotta do
And won’t think twice to shoot you
Don’t let them spot you, unless you’re packing heat too
A whole lot of tough stuff comes at you
When Trenchtown man stops, laughs, and blocks traffic
Then they wheel and pop off and start clapping
With the pin filed down, and it beats rapid
Police come in a jeep and they can’t stop it
Some say they’re playboys, a playboy rabbit
Get dropped like a bad habit
So don’t bother posing tough if you don’t have it
Rastafari stands alone
Welcome to Jamrock
(Ay) welcome to Jamrock
Out in the street, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamdown
Poor people dying at random
Political violence, can’t stop
Bare ghosts and phantoms
The youth get blinded by stardom
Now the king of kings, ah, calls
Old man to pickney, so wave your hand if you’re with me
To see the suffering makes me sick
Those suits don’t fit me
To win elections, they trick us
Then they don’t do anything at all
Come on, let’s face it, a ghetto education’s basic
And most of the youth waste it
And when they waste it
That’s when they take the guns and replace it
Then they don’t stand a chance at all
And that’s why so many little youths have some fat 'matic
With the extra magazine in their back pocket
And bleach at night in some black jacket
All who don’t lock Glocks say they lock rockets
They’ll fill you up with current like a shock socket
They’ll run a roadblock where the cops block it
And from now till morning, don’t stop clocking it
If they run out of rounds, ah, break-back ratchet
Welcome to Jamrock
(Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock
(Cornwall, Middlesex, and Surrey, yah)
Hey, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the street, they call it murder
Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica, yo
Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Escrita por: Damian Marley / Ini Kamoze / Stephen Marley