(RRRrrrasta Hollipop) Im Rrrasta Hollipop An im outtta this bitch in less than 5 minutes...tops. ____________________________________ Put aside ur stereotypes. And hwat u think Rastas like. Lemme tell ya sista brudda fadda mudda. Cuz a grudge a bugger u want none of. Dont assume, i wont either Why we consume, marihuana. blow hella weed Cuz, becuz a? cuz i need ta, not cuz i wanna. Im just like them, truth be told cept i grow trees, they just grow old. I got dreads, they want dreads, I smoke my trees an u guys buy them. I make music, like Bob Marley. U like music, we both ride Harleys. Sorry Charlie, Rasta use cliches partly by n largley they not harming. hey, ease yo mind like my herbiage. i give dont rob, i guard hay like Mob Barley. (Ra sta Ho lli pop pop) (Got that hip hop on lock) they got glocks, i got a rock rock paper scissor, i bonk their tops dreads would lessen but not stop Rasta Hollys Pop. I teach lesson like WWF featuring u know who. I dont wrestle, they like wrestling with problems. pero para mi probalmente no hay problemas. they struggle all day, i let it float away. i got i got blues blues AND i got rhythm too...OOOOH like bongo drums Rrrrat tat tat beat em up some lick lick me some dum dums. Rasta prefer make some chums i puff puff pass, pass to u _____________________________________ ya no quiero nada d cerveza Tryin to get higher placement No quiero vivir en la basement. I remember como ayer, like yesterdee Rasta Holly, A day in the life... I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of fright I saw four faces, one mad A brother from the gutter They looked me up and down a bit And turned to each other I say I don't like cricket (Oh no!) I love it I don't like cricket (No no!) I love it Don't you walk through my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at my silver chain He said "I'll give you one dollar" I said you've got to be jokin' man It was a present from me mother He said "I like it, I want it I'll take it off your hands And you'll be sorry you crossed me You'd better understand that you're alone A long way from home And I say I don't like reggae (No no!) I love it (Eh!) I don't like reggae (No!) I love it (Eh!) Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer me pitch Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin' pina colada I heard a dark voice beside me say "Would you like something harder?" She said, "I've got it, you want it My harvest is the best And if you try it, you'll like it And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday" And I say Don't like Jamaica (Oh no!) I love her (Eh!) Don't like Jamaica (Oh no!) I love her (Oh yeah!) Don't you walk through her words You got to show some respect Don't you walk through her words 'Cause you ain't heard her out yet I don't like cricket (Oh no!) I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) I don't like reggae (Oh no!) I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) Don't like Jamaica (Eh!) I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)