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 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...