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Songtekst

All right, y'all
Before we go home, you know
I had to do something special
I wanna get the party started
Up in here
And I wanna bring my peoples out
And I got two of my favorite MCs in the place today
So let's, let's do it like this...

Come on
Oh, oh, oh
Yes, yes, yes
Freak, freak, y'all
Put 'em hands in the air, y'all
And just clap your hands
Waddup, Brooklyn?
Freak, freak
Y'all and you don't stop or the beat y'all

Mad love for the culture
Since the days of Addidas and hip hop posters
Now I host with Mos and just
To boast to brag or bet about it
'Cuz I can't live without it
Seen her on the streets when I was like ten
Especially's of a lagged and young black man
Do back spins in back yards 'cuz we rap harder
People to likes us now we black stars
Gift from God
They said we must be crazy
Now they saying Common, Nasir and Jay-Z
Leaders of tomorrow
Follow the steps of Africa's rap
In the ghettos making it stressed up
Yo, we bring the light we do it tonight
Alicia Keys and Mos Def bring it right
We come down and bam!
And rock who I am
Common Sense, yo!
I rip the band, yo!

You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta

Peep it out while I tell you like this
A fresh to the soil be sure you don't miss
It's the... true for ya, true feature
I could go on for days
About this queen named Alicia
Walking down the block
With brother Common Sense
Call grand Common Sense
So what the heck so I
Show this fresh girl that you always sure
Before and then my heart should be adored and
Can't front
Another ignore it's Aquarius love
And highly secure
Daje Mahal
And really getting in and fantasize
Of my life for a one or two winners
And my man Common Sense just stopped and said
"Yo stop frontin' and use your head
Yo stop frontin' and use your head
Yo stop frontin' and use your head"

Right about now
I wanna thank everybody for comin' out
And rockin' with me tonight
I wanna give a big up
To my man Mos Def
My man Common Sense
My man Krucial
My man Eoz
The whole MBK fam'
The whole Krucial Keys fam'
And MTV
And everybody out there
Say "Yeah"
Yeah!
Said everybody out there
Say "Yeah"
"Yeah"

All right
I need y'all to give it up
For Pablo on percussion
For Paul Jean on drums
(...) on MD
For Aneisha, Sarah, Jermaine
And Denise on backgrounds
Steve on the bass, oh
Artie on the guitar
Chucks on the horns
Hey, yeah, yeah
And extreme contact
Brings you in the group
You know

You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
(Jamrock I said)
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
(Jamrock)
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta
You gotta love it or leave it alone
(What's that? Jamrock!)
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
You gotta love it or leave it alone
(Let's go)
You gotta love it

Rewind!
I'm bringin' Damian Marley up in the spot
Up in the streets
They call it murder!

Welcome to Jamrock Camp
Where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag
Your knapsack
It inna your backpack
The smell ah
Give your girlfriend contact
Some boy nuh notice
Dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories
Pose like dem name Chuck Norris
Don't know the real hardcore
'Cuz Sandals ah nuh Backtoo
The thugs dem will do whe dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you
Unless you carry guns, a lot too
A bare tuff things come at you

When New York man stop laugh
And lock-off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and dem can't stop it
Some say them,
Ah, Playboy, ah, Playboy rabbit
Get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

Welcome to Jamrock
Woah, New York
Oh oh oh
Welcome to Jamrock
Up in the streets
They call it murder!

Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica
Chantal, Chantal
Chantal, Chantal
Chantal, Chantal
Chantal, Chantal
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York

So welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock
Up in the streets
They call it murder!
Yeah

Damian Marley, ladies and gentlemen
Common Sense, Mos Def
We love you
And we thank you
For rockin' with us
Much love to the people
Brooklyn!

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