Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your handbag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack
The smell ah give your girlfriend contact
Some boy nuh know dis, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don
Dem will do whe dem got to and won
Don
A bare tuff tings come at you
When Trench Town man stop laugh and block off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat rapid
Police come inna Jeep and dem can
Some say them ah playboy, ah playboy rabbit
K dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodah pose tuff if you don
Rastafari stands alone
Welcome to Jamrock, eh, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings of kings ah call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Then dem don
Come on, let
And most ah de youths, dem waste it
And when dem waste it, that
Then dem don
And that
With the extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And ah bleach a nighttime inna some black jacket
All who nah lock Glocks, ah dem a lock rocket
They will full you up ah current like ah shock socket
Dem ah run a road back which part the cops block it
And from now
If dem run outta rounds ah bruck back ratchet
Welcome to Jamrock
(Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock
(East Coast, West Coast, huh)
Yo, welcome to Jamrock
(Cornwall, Middlesex and Surrey, yah)
Hey, welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica, now
Jamaica, Jamaica, yo, Jamaica, Jamaica
Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock
Welcome to Jamrock