man this song old as hell yet this shit still go hard

No Joke-

thiz song iz str8 off tha nook!

possibly the best song ever to get a lap dance to if youre on extacy. i was rollin balls

LOVEE IT

1st heard it on NItro Circus last night... awesome

OUT IN THE STREET... THEY CALL IT MURDER!

VERSE ONE ::

Welcome to Jamrock
Camp whe' te thugs dem camp at
Two pound a weed inna van back
It inna yuh handbag yuh nap sack
It inna yuh back pack
The smell a give ya girlfriend contact
Some bwoy nuh know dis
Dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club soda
Bedtime stories
And pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a no "Back-to"
Di thugs dem wi' do whe' dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't mek dem spot you
Unless you carry guns alot too
A bear tuff thing come at you
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block off traffic
Den dem wheel and pop-off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dow and it a beat rapid
Police come inna jeep an' dem can't stop it
Some say dem a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Get drop like a bad habit
So no bother pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

CHORUS ::

Welcome to Jamrock, hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets they call it murder
Uh!

VERSE TWO ::

Welcome to Jamdown
Poor people a dead at random
Political violence can't done
Bare ghosts and Phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the king of kings a call
Old man to pickney
So wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem suit nah fit me
To win election dem trick we
Den dem don't do nothing at all
Come on let's face it
A ghetto education's basic
And most of the youths dem waste it
And when dem waste it, that's when dem tek the guns replace it
Then dem don't stand a chance at all!
And that's why a nuff little youth have some fat matic
With the exra magazine inna dem back pocket
ANd a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who nah lock Gloc, say dem a lock rocket
Dem wi' full you up a current like a shock socket
Dem wi' run a road block which part the cops block it
And from now till a morning nuh stop block it
If dem run outta rounds a bruk-back ratchet

CHORUS ::

Welcome to Jamrock (South side, North side)
Welcome to Jamrock (East coast, West coast)
YOW!
Welcome to Jamrock (Cornwal, Middlesex and Surrey yaw)
EH!
Welcome to Jamrock

OUTRO ::

OUT IN THE STREET THEY CALL IT MURDER
JAMAICA... JAMAICA (x4)
Welcome to Jamrock (x5)

yous a bitch kevin

Welcome to Jamrock, camp whe' da' thugs dem camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give yah girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, 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't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a no 'back-to', da thugs Dem wi do whe' dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff thing come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random
Political violence, can't done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
Dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Den dem don't do nuttin at all

Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, dat's when dem take da guns and replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And dat's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, dem a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Dem a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex and Surrey) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

Intro]
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 1]
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs they camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van bag
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give your girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, them only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And they don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a now back too, the thugs they have do what them got to
And won't think twice to shoot you
Don't make them spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A pure tuff things come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and them start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy (them) a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamrock, poor people are dead at random
Political violence, can done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
theem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave one hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election they trick we
And they don't do nuttin at all

Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when they waste it, that's when they take the guns and replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And that's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, them a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Them a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

[Outro]
Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock