Lyrics Run DMC – Roots, Rap, Reggae
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Reggae!
Rrrroots, rap, reggae!
Run
.. and we don’t stop
It’s no jive, it’s live, and it’s reggae
Roots, rap..
D.M.C.
My homeboy Jay, don’t scratch reg-gae
So listen to Jam Master as the Master start to play
(and when he go) just check the show
(cause they scratchin with the) toe
(and even his el)-bow! (HA!)
Rrrroots, rap, reggae!
Yellowman
Stomp your feet, clap your hand
At the microphone is King Yellowman
In Jamaica, I’m the champ-i-on
This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha, rip it
Roots, rap, reggae!
Hotta.. ‘otta.. ‘otta reggae music
‘otta.. ‘otta.. ‘otta reggae music
‘otta.. ‘otta.. ‘otta reggae music
I know we know that reggae is sweet
Reggae music is rap to de beat
Clap your hands an’ stomp your feet
Roots, rap, reggae!
Roots, rap..
Run
Now party people I’m so happy, don’t know what to do
Rock from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo
And every place that I play, I hear a YAY not a BOO
And now a party not a party and a jam ain’t a jam
less D is who he be, and I am who I am
Or Jay is just the DJ cuttin for the two
And it’s the three of us, baby and we’re doin the do
Yellowman
Five plus five, equal to ten
Everywhere I go I’ve got a lot of girlfriend
Music is sweet, music is nice
Yellow ‘ave about twenty-four wife
It’s roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha
Roots, rap, reggae!
Don’t drink alco-‘ol, don’t snort cocaine
Reggae music is not so strange
Know de cocaine will ‘urt up your brain
This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha HAH!
Roots, rap, reggae! AIIIIYY SIAH!
It’s roots, rap, reggae!
