"Roots, Rap, Reggae" lyrics - RUN-D.M.C.

"Roots, Rap, Reggae"

Roots, 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 its reggae

Roots, Rap

My homeboy Jay, don't scratch reggae
So listen to Jam-Master as the Master starts to play
And when he go, just check the show
Cause he scratchin' with his toe and even his elbow...ha!

Roots, Rap, Reggae

Stomp your feet, clap your hand
At the microphone is King Yellowman
In Jamaica, I'm the champion
This is Roots, Rap, Reggae...ha ha ha

Roots, Rap, Reggae

Hata, pata, utter reggae music
Utter, utter, utter reggae music
Utter, utter, utter reggae music

I know that they know that reggae is sweet
Reggae music is rap to the beat
Clap your hands and 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
Rap from Africa to France and the Kalamazoo
And every place I hear a yay not a boo
And now a party's not a party and a jam ain't a jam
Let D is who he be, and I am who I am
Or Jay is just a DJ cutting for the two
And it's the three of us baby and we're doing the do
Five to five, equal to ten
Everywhere I go, I got a lot of girlfriend
Music is sweet, music is nice
Yellow have about twenty-four wife

With Roots, Rap, Reggae (hahaha)
Roots, Rap, Reggae

Don't drink alcohol, don't snort cocaine
Reggae music is not so strange
No do cocaine will hurt your brain
This is Roots, Rap, Reggae (ha ha)

Roots, Rap, Reggae
It's Roots, Rap, Reggae