Mystic Roots - Dj Inna Dance lyrics

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 cla** So fast; s**a-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 bu*te Creek every week; cootdog a freak up on this beat...