Standard (EADGBE)
I'm Telling you right now
Soon there will be nothing to plow
Soon ther'll be nothing natural
and everything will be artificial
In the future I say,
In the future I say,
In the future I say...
All of the DJs surly have taken a lesson
Start talkin trash and I'll come with my smith and wesson
(for the verses, just mess around on the A#/C but play C mostly)
A little competition comes my way
But it always winds up the same
The stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone
Ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lie awake all night
All of the DJs 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
Ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing 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 this grilled cheese
I mean ah, I am Jamican but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger
Ain't nothing wrong
Ain't nothing right and still I sit and lie awake all night
Oh, oh yea
Dreddy got a job to do, and we might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition but ah,
We will survive in this world of competition
Using guns and our ammunition
bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo
(This part is kinda wack but its the same as the last riff with a wha or something on it)
I won't wait so long mm,
i said I won't wait so long for you
oh, oh, yeah mmm ooh oh
hard to get so much
hmm, stop your messin' around
ah ah ah ah better think of your future
ah ah ah ah time you straighten right out
ah ah ah ah or you'll wind up in jail
Yea, thats it. hope its good. peace.