DJ Inna Dance

A long, long time I man a DJ inna dance

Come watch me DJ in your dance

Long, long time I man a DJ inna dance

Come watch me nice up the dance

Said long, long time I man DJ in the dance

Put the mic inna me hand and come nice the session

Said people a dance and people a gwan

And everywhere we go dem say "Ram-pam-pam" Tellin' you say

Have you ever tried to mix the dance-hall style

With some flava from a playa make ya dance for a while

I got the recipe without no glock in hand

So open sesame, here come that rasta-man

Sweet, sweet sounds; I said sweet, sweet reggae

You really want to dance; I said you really want to play

Yes, yes y'all. Hip-hop with dance-hall

Cootdog baby and Rason Jahmal

I got that wicked sh*t like the Wu-Tang Clan

'cuz I triumph forever when the mic is up in me hand

Teacher, teacher, teacher: spittin' game in your class

So fast; sucka-mc's catch a whiplash

On the throttle, potent so put me in a bottle

Label it 151, put me up in your mouth and swallow

Feel me in your liver, quiver when I deliver

Make your blood hot, shiver in the Babylon river

A youngin, but I'm stunnin', commin' straight from the Bay

I got ya runnin' and ya' runnin' and ya runnin' away

We got ya runnin' away, here me come say

We don't want no trouble so back and go way

Inna big-big trouble, I said we don't want that

A how we just cool wit the somethin', a we just try fe relax

Now cool out with the trouble, said we don't want that

A we just cool it with somethin', a we just try fe relax

In the studio, chillin'; write a little rap

Burn it to CD and watch it go triple-plat

Top notch performer on the dance-hall tip

There's not a mic in the world that Rason can't rip a like that

A me say get up and dance a me say get up and dance

Jump up and dance me say get up and dance

A we have the sound so you must love that

A we have the sound so you must love that

I pick up the mic in the evening and rhyme

Rip it for a minute, then blaze upon me Thai

Strictly Roots band put me pon de stage

Billboard chart me top the front page

See me, I ain't even put the flame to the bud

I'm still insane off the love and the game in my blood

I've been doin' it since 1986

Writin' underground hits; West Marin in the sticks

Been down with the Roots since the ranch in Sonoma

And now I'm up in Chico on a street called Pomona

Avenue; and I be havin' brew

Butte Creek every week; cootdog a freak up on this beat...