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  • 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 don't like cricket, oh no
    I love it
    I don't like cricket, no, no
    I love it
    Don't you walk through my words
    You got to show some respect
    Don't you walk through my words
    'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
    Well he looked down at my silver chain
    He said, "I'll give you one dollar"
    I said, "You've got to be jokin' man"
    It was a present from me mother
    He said "I like it I want it
    I'll take it off your hands
    And you'll be sorry you crossed me
    You'd better understand that you're alone
    A long way from home"
    And I say I don't like reggae, no, no
    I love it
    I don't like reggae, oh
    I love it
    Don't you cramp me style
    Don't you queer on me pitch
    Don't you walk through my words
    'Cause you ain't 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, "I've got it you want it
    My harvest is the best
    And if you try it you'll like it
    And wallow in a dreadlock holiday"
    And I say don't like Jamaica oh no
    I love her
    Don't like Jamaica, oh no
    I love her oh yea
    Don't you walk through her words
    You got to show some respect
    Don't you walk through her words
    'Cause you ain't heard her out yet
    I don't like cricket, oh no
    I love it
    (Dreadlock holiday)
    I don't like reggae, oh no
    I love it
    (Dreadlock holiday)
    Don't like Jamaica, yeah
    I love her
    (Dreadlock holiday)
    I don't like cricket, oh no
    I love it
    (Dreadlock holiday)
    I don't like reggae, oh no
    I love it
  • 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 don't like cricket, oh no
    I love it
    I don't like cricket, no, no
    I love it
    Don't you walk through my words
    You got to show some respect
    Don't you walk through my words
    'Cause you ain't heard me out yet
    Well he looked down at my silver chain
    He said, "I'll give you one dollar"
    I said, "You've got to be jokin' man"
    It was a present from me mother
    He said "I like it I want it
    I'll take it off your hands
    And you'll be sorry you crossed me
    You'd better understand that you're alone
    A long way from home"
    And I say I don't like reggae, no, no
    I love it
    I don't like reggae, oh
    I love it
    Don't you cramp me style
    Don't you queer on me pitch
    Don't you walk through my words
    'Cause you ain't 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, "I've got it you want it
    My harvest is the best
    And if you try it you'll like it
    And wallow in a dreadlock holiday"
    And I say don't like Jamaica oh no
    I love her
    Don't like Jamaica, oh no
    I love her oh yea
    Don't you walk through her words
    You got to show some respect
    Don't you walk through her words
    'Cause you ain't heard her out yet
    I don't like cricket, oh no
    I love it
    (Dreadlock holiday)
    I don't like reggae, oh no
    I love it
    (Dreadlock holiday)
    Don't like Jamaica, yeah
    I love her
    (Dreadlock holiday)
    I don't like cricket, oh no
    I love it
    (Dreadlock holiday)
    I don't like reggae, oh no
    I love it

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