by Sublime

All of the D.J.s surely have taken a lesson
Start talking trash and I’ll come with my Smith and Wesson.
A little competition comes my way (billy bye),
but it always winds up the same,
but the stone that the builder refused,
shall be the head corner stone.
Ah, but there
ain’t nothin’ wrong,
ain’t nothin’ right,
and still I sit and lie awake at night.

Oh, all of the D.J.s surely have taken a lesson
try talkin’ trash and I’ll come with my Smith and Wesson.
Enough D.J.s come with enough, enough stylee,
but when I bust my lyrics we all know it’s wicked and wiley.

Cause there
ain’t nothin’ wrong,
ain’t nothin’ right,
and still I sit and lie awake at night.

Oh, You better strapped with your gat if you wan’ walk with me.
I bound to come down with the new stylee.
Rockin’ rubadub known as reggae music
gonna come down with the new lyrics.
‘Cuz it just ain’t no thing,
oh, I said it’s been a real long time.

Oh, but there
ain’t nothin’ wrong,
ain’t nothin’ right,
and still I sit and lie awake all night.

Oh yeah,
Rubadub blender a new mixer, go.
I am the one DJ with enough flava,
it go here I go, here I’m come, heara the dubbed down d.j.
Lord have his grilled cheese.
I mean ah, I am Jamican but I ain’t no freak.
I caught the man Eno with a ten pound bag o’ tweak (ha ha ha-tweaking) -(Eazy – “damn.”)
And we called him ghost rider
every time you see him he fulfill the danger.

Ain’t nothin’ wrong,
ain’t nothin’ right,
and still I sit and lie awake all night

oh, oh
Dreddy got a job to do,
and we might fulfill the mision.
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition,
but ah, we will survive in this world of compition.
Shooting guns and our ammunition.

Bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo.
Go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go

I won’t wait so long, mmm.
I said I won’t wait so long for you.
Oh, oh, yeah mmm mmm ooh oh,
hard to get so much.
Hmm, stop your messin’ around, ah ah ah
better think of your future, ah ah ah
time you straighten right out, ah ah
or you’ll wind up in jail.