Dreadlock Holiday

Intro: x6 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. x2 I say, I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it. mtm I don't like cricket, oh 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. x2 Well, he looked down on 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 better understand That you're alone (a long way from home) And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it. I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it. Don't you cramp me style, Don't you queer me pitch. Don't you walk through my words, 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet. x2 I hurried back to the swimmig pool, sinkin' Pina Colada. 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. 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. x2 I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday) I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it (Dreadlock holiday) I don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her (Dreadlock holiday) at lib (bass )