DREADLOCK HOLIDAY-Don Pablo's Animals

Dreadlock Holiday (Reggae Railway Mix) - Don Pablo's Animals Written by：E. STEWART/G. GOULDMAN 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 again And turned to each other I say I don't like cricket oh no I love it 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 Well he looked down at 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'd better understand I say I don't like Reggae no no I love it I don't like Reggae I love it Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer on me pitch Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at 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 I say I don't like Reggae no no I love it I don't like Reggae I love it Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer on me pitch Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet