Love It Or Leave It Alone / Welcome to Jamrock Songtext / Lyric

C'mon!



Yes yes yes...

Uh, a yes yes y'all (freak freak y'all)

A-freak freak y'all!

Freak freak y'all - fifteen!

(Ohh!) A yes yes y'all

Put them hands in the air, y'all!

Yo, now put them hands in the air y'all

Waddup, Brook-LYYYYYYYYYYYYYN!



And just clap your hands y'all

A freak freak y'all

and ya don't stop

A to the beat y'all

and ya don't stop

A freak freak y'all

and ya don't stop

A to the beat (y'alllllllllll!)



Yo, mad love for the culture

Since the days of Addidas and hip hop posters

Now I host with Mos and just to boast to brag or bet about it

Cause I can't live without it

Seen her on the streets when I was like ten

Especially's of a lagged and young black man

Do back spins in back yards coz we rap harder

People to likes us now we black stars

Gift from God

They said we must be crazy

Now they saying Common, Nasir and Jay Z

Leaders of tomorrow

Follow the steps of Africa's rap in the ghettos making it spressed up

Yo we bring the light we do it tonight

Alicia Keys and Mos Def bring it right

We come down and bam! And rock who I am

Common Sense, yo! I rip the band, yo!



You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone



You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone



Yo,

Peep it out while I tell you like this

A fresh to the soil be sure you don't miss

It's the… true for ya, true feature

I could go on for days about it screaming, “Alicia!”

Walking down the block with brother Common Sense

Call grand Common Sense

So what the heck so I

Show this fresh girl that you always sure

Before and then my heart should be adored and

Can't front

Another ignore it's Aquarius love and highly secure

Daje Mahal

And really getting in and fantasize of my life for a one or two winners

And my man Common Sense just stopped and said

“yo stop frontin' and use your head!

yo stop frontin and use your head!

yo stop frontin and use your fucking head”



You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone



You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone



Right about now, I wanna thank everybody for comin out

and rockin with me tonight

I wanna give a big-up, to my man Mos Def

My man Common Sense, my man Krucial

My man Ills, the whole M.B.K. fam

The whole Krucial Keys fam, and MTV

And everybody out th-ere say "yeah!"

Yeah!

Said everybody out th-ere say "yeah!"

(YEEEEEAHHH)



C'mon, and alright

I need y'all to give it up, for Pablo on percussion

for Paul John on drums, Onree Gill on M.D.

Anaysha, Sara, Jermaine, and, Denise on backgrounds

Steve on the bass, oh

Artie on the gee-tar (yaaaay), Jeff's on the horns (oh)

Aye-yay-yay, and the string quartets

Ray Chew and, the Crunks

Oh, oh (one-two), you know





You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone



You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone

You gotta love it, or leave it alone



Let's go!



Uh, WE WOOOOOOOOON!



Out in the streets, they call it murder



Welcome to jamrock

Camp where di thugs dem camp at

Two pounds a weed inna van back

It inna yuh hand bag

Yuh knapsack it inna yuh backpack

The smell a give yuh girlfriend contact

Some boy nuh notice

Dem only come around like tourist

On the beach wit' a few club sodas

Bedtime stories

Pose like they name Chuck Norris

Don't know da real hardcore

Sandals a now back to

Di thugs dem weh do what they got do

And won't think twice to shot you

Don't make them spot you

Unless you carry guns a lot too

A pure tuff tings come at you

When New York man stop laugh and block off traffic

Den dem reel and pop off and dem start clap it

When di pin file dung and it a beat drop it

Police come inna jeep and dem can't stop it

Some seh dem a playboy or Playboy rabbit

Schwaznegger get drop like a bad habit

So nah bodda pose off if yuh don't have it

Rastafari stands alone



Welcome to Jamrock



New York



Welcome to Jamrock



Out in the streets, they call it murder



Jamaica, Jamaica

Jamaica, Jamaica

Jamaica, Jamaica



Chi Town, Chi Town

Chi Town, Chi Town

Chi Town, Chi Town



Come on



New York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York

New York, New York





Welcome to Jamrock



Welcome to Jamrock



Welcome to Jamrock



Out in the streets, they call it murder