Chorus:

A long, long time I man a DJ inna dance
Come watch me DJ in your dance
Long, long time I man a DJ inna dance
Come watch me nice up the dance

Rason:

Said long, long time I man DJ in the dance
Put the mic inna me hand and come nice the session
Said people a dance and people a gwan
And everywhere we go dem say “Ram-pam-pam” Tellin’ you say

Coot:

Have you ever tried to mix the dance-hall style
With some flava from a playa make ya dance for a while
I got the recipe without no glock in hand
So open sesame, here come that rasta-man

Rason:

Sweet, sweet sounds; I said sweet, sweet reggae
You really want to dance; I said you really want to play (x2)

Coot:

Yes, yes y’all. Hip-hop with dance-hall
Cootdog baby and Rason Jahmal
I got that wicked sh*t like the Wu-Tang Clan
‘cuz I triumph forever when the mic is up in me hand

(Chorus)

Coot:

Teacher, teacher, teacher: spittin’ game in your class
So fast; sucka-mc’s catch a whiplash
On the throttle, potent so put me in a bottle
Label it 151, put me up in your mouth and swallow
Feel me in your liver, quiver when I deliver
Make your blood hot, shiver in the Babylon river
A youngin, but I’m stunnin’, commin’ straight from the Bay
I got ya runnin’ and ya’ runnin’ and ya runnin’ away

Rason:

We got ya runnin’ away, here me come say
We don’t want no trouble so back and go way (x2)
Inna big-big trouble, I said we don’t want that
A how we just cool wit the somethin’, a we just try fe relax
Now cool out with the trouble, said we don’t want that
A we just cool it with somethin’, a we just try fe relax

(Chorus)

Coot:

In the studio, chillin’; write a little rap
Burn it to CD and watch it go triple-plat
Top notch performer on the dance-hall tip
There’s not a mic in the world that Rason can’t rip a like that

Rason:

A me say get up and dance a me say get up and dance
Jump up and dance me say get up and dance
A we have the sound so you must love that
A we have the sound so you must love that (x2)

Coot:

I pick up the mic in the evening and rhyme
Rip it for a minute, then blaze upon me Thai
Strictly Roots band put me pon de stage
Billboard chart me top the front page
See me, I ain’t even put the flame to the bud
I’m still insane off the love and the game in my blood
I’ve been doin’ it since 1986
Writin’ underground hits; West Marin in the sticks
Been down with the Roots since the ranch in Sonoma
And now I’m up in Chico on a street called Pomona
Avenue; and I be havin’ brew
Butte Creek every week; cootdog a freak up on this beat...