D.J.'s (2025 Remaster)

All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson

Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith & Wesson

A little competition comes my way

But it always winds up the same

'Cause the stone that the builder refused

Shall be the head cornerstone

Ain't nothing wrong

Ain't nothing right

And still I sit and lie awake all night

All of the DJ's surely have taken a lesson

Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith & Wesson

Enough DJ's come enough, enough stylee

But when I bust my lyrics, we all know it's wicked and wily

Ain't nothing wrong

Ain't nothing right

And still I sit and lie awake all night

Whoa

You better strapped if you wan' walk with me

I'm bound to come down with the new stylee

Rockin' rub-a-dub known as reggae music

Gonna come down with the new lyrics

'Cause it's just ain't no thing

Oh, I said, "It's been a real long time"

Ain't nothing wrong

Ain't nothing right

And still I sit and lie awake all night

Rub-a-dub blender, a newer mixer

I'm the one DJ with enough flavor

Here I go, here I come

Hear me, the dubbed down DJ

Lord, have this grilled cheese

I am Jamaican, but I ain't no freak

Caught the man, Ino, with a ten-pound bag of tweak

Hold on, though we call it Ghost Rider

Every time we see them, you fulfill the danger, but-but

Ain't nothing wrong

Ain't nothing right

And still I sit and lie awake all night

Dreddy got a job to do, and we might fulfill his mission

To see his pain would be his greatest ambition

But, ah, we will survive in this world of competition

Shooting guns and our ammunition

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

I won't wait so long for you

I won't wait so long for you

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Stop your messing around (Ah-ah-ah)

Better think of your future (Ah-ah-ah)

Time you straighten right out (Ah-ah-ah)

Or you'll wind up in jail