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Damian Marley – Welcome To Jamrock (Lyrics & Video)

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Damian Marley – Welcome To Jamrock



Out in the streets, they call it murder!

Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs they camp at,
Two pounds a weed inna van bag,
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack,
The smell a give your girlfriend contact,
Some boy noy notice, them 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 a now back too, the thugs they have do what them got to,
And won’t think twice to shoot you,


Don’t make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too,
A pure tuff things come at you,
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic,
Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it,
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it,
Police come inna jeep and them can’t stop it,
Some say them a playboy a playboy rabbit,
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit,
So nobody pose tuff if you don’t have it,
Rastafari stands alone!


Welcome to Jamrock..
(hey!) Welcome to Jamrock,
Out in the streets, they call it murder!


Welcome to Jamrock, poor people are dead at random,
Political violence, can done!
Pure ghost and phantom, the youth theem get blind by stardom,
Now the Kings Of Kings a call,
Old man to Pickney, so wave one hand if you with me,
To see the sufferation sicken me,
Them suit no fit me, to win election them trick we,
And they don’t do nuttin’ at all,
Come on let’s face it, a ghetto education’s basic,


A most a the youths them waste it,
And when them waste it, that’s when they take the guns and replace it,
Then them don’t stand a chance at all,
And that’s why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic,
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket,
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket,
All who not lock glocks, them a lock rocket,
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit,
Them a run a roadblock which part the cops block it,
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it,
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet.


Welcome to Jamrock.. (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock.. (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo!)
Welcome to Jamrock.. (Conwell, Middlesex) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock,
Out in the streets, they call it murder!


Jamaica, Jamaica!
Jamaica, Jamaica, now!
Jamaica, Jamaica, yo!
Jamaica, Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock..
Welcome to Jamrock..