Dreadluck Holiday lyrics

I was walkin` down the street,concentratin` on truckin` rightI 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.
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 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 understandThat 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.
I hurried back to the swimming pool,sinkin` Pina Colarda.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 whollow 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, oh yea
Don`t you walk through her words. You got to show some respect.Don`t you walk through her words, `Cause you ain`t heard me out yet.
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)

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