Roots, Rock, Reggae - Bob Marley, Steven Tyler, Joe Perry

Reggae!

Rrrroots, rap, reggae!

.

and we don’t stop

It’s like that y’all, and then we’re ready to play

It’s no jive, it’s live, and it’s reggae

Roots, rap.

My homeboy Jay, don’t scratch reg-gae

So listen to Jam Master as the Master start to play

(and when he go) just check the show

(cause they scratchin with the) toe

(and even his el)-bow!

(HA!)

Rrrroots, rap, reggae!

Stomp your feet, clap your hand

At the microphone is King Yellowman

In Jamaica, I’m the champ-i-on

This is roots, rap, reggae!

Ha ha ha, rip it Roots, rap, reggae!

Hotta.

'otta.

'otta reggae music

'otta.

'otta.

'otta reggae music

'otta.

'otta.

'otta reggae music

I know we know that reggae is sweet

Reggae music is rap to de beat

Clap your hands an' stomp your feet

Roots, rap, reggae!

Roots, rap.

Now party people I’m so happy, don’t know what to do Cause I’m an MC with the rhyme, and down with the crew

Rock from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo

And every place that I play, I hear a YAY not a BOO

And now a party not a party and a jam ain’t a jam

less D is who he be, and I am who I am Or Jay is just the DJ cuttin for the two

And it’s the three of us, baby and we’re doin the do