Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock 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

Back it up for me, back it, back it up for me Oh woah, woah woah You don't get to see my face, just drop it down You don't get to see my face, just pop it down, pop it down Ooh, yeah yeah yeah UTU, FÈRINA! Girl I'm wavy

You're putting me on We're going to try it, you ever try it? I'm turning you on You're putting me on! Where did you get that stuff? Oh, Nikki's growing a patch out in the backyard Come on, you're putting me on Yeah, he's putting you on, he's a brat

Now you found some other man, you see Feel like I need, to forget you Run away girl, 'cause I let you (My oh my) I'm going back now (Right all right) To the beginning (Why oh why) What you denied from the start (My oh my) And now you can't go breaking my

A next man have you gal when you missing Yo frata (back to life) me wa go (back to reality) Me wa go (back to reality) Listen, you can get pum pum a prison Stay far from war that a coppa And led you can't get head when you dead. The food a shit, bed

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

That for worse or for better we're better together Please just come back home No don't say that you're sorry And I won't say I told you so Oh can't you see You said you needed your space I wasn't where you wanted to be I didn't stand in your way

No love, no love, no love Had a heart, man I'm tryna get it back though Get ready, we going to the Chateau White linen, white rose Suite 23 at the Chateau Tryna get it back, tryna get it back, tryna get it back No excuse, you be actin' like a bitch now I

Now, make your getaway Mine is mine and yours won’t take its place Everyone’s a critic looking back up the river Every boat is leaking in this town Everybody is thinking they can all be delivered sitting in a box like lost and found But I found my place

Just gonna get my back Back, back, back, back Just noise, white noise Lately I've been thinking if you wanna get tough Then let's play rough I'm hearing static, you're like an automatic You just wanna keep me on repeat and hear me crying Givin' it