The Lions - Rhythm Rock lyrics

Angelo Moore: Ladies and gentlemen, lions and lionesses King cats of the jungle and p**ycats of the Sahara When it comes to music everybody knows about the cool cats of jazz but when it comes to reggae what cha'll know about these rude scratch lions? Junor Francis: If you're ready let them hear you! Black Shakespeare: Yeah we're ready, ready, ready to rock it steady Alex: Bless up Dreadie Malik: Yeah, dub it heavy ya'll Black Shakespeare: V1 King of the jungle, from JA to LA to the rivers of Humboldt Lion roar and the speakers go (roar) Babylon stumble, tumble and crumble Earthquaker - blaze up for acres Echo, echo, echo the sounds of Jamaica Lazer beams, supreme overstanding Walk and we talk like a champion, free Buju Banton from Kingston to Compton, Ochie to Oakland, Trenchtown to Upland Treasure Isle to Trojan, lion wicked and wild from ocean to ocean In a motion, strutting in that jungle style for generations we blazing it I Kick it up, don't stop. Pick it up, let the rhythm drop. V2 No we never, never...no joker smoker I'm the toaster that burn that mota That makes them locas loca Police and thieves want fe march like soldier Red, gold and green, roots and culture It's sunshine to sunset from East to West Bless to my lioness, the Queen Mother and the Emperess Bless that Cali cess. Kick it up, don't stop. Pick it up, let the rhythm drop. V3 I said the an*logue, an*logue style Kicking up the dubs from Chavez to Miracle Mile Big up, big up Reggae Pops and Dusk on a riddim in a spiritual high On a mission I vibe with I bredren Audiophile rock 45's reel up, backspin Relaxing on the Gold Coast, listening to Coxsone Dodd at the controls Pa** go on the freeway, 101 to 405 It's 4:20, Pacifica time, Lions on the chalice with stars in their eyes The angels in the city look so pretty Make them lowriders low and lounge back in their Caddies. Vibrating out from the trunk The ba** speakers go (ba-bump ba-bump) And the gal, them wind them (ba-dunka dunk) Got that skunk and that reggae riddim funk From up the beach to the concrete jungle Lions sound roar make them speakers grumble Rumble, skank up an' bubble Leave all your troubles Got all them ladies crazy and tasty Cook it up, cook it up master chef Hastie.