Woorden:
Jamaica No Problem

8 hours at the office Averaging 2 and a half meals 45 minutes to come back To the cosy 3 rooms flat I got a story to tell A lot of rhyming in 'L' Professor

I had a vision of your sad broken heart I don't want that You took a train to nowhere , waiting for the rain Waiting for the rain I picture it as a dead

I'm not always a gentleman, but I make compliments about your clothes. I may speak a little loud, yes I know. I'm not always a funny guy, but I always

Well I get the picture If I wanna be a fighter I gotta have someone like you Well I get the picture If you wanna be a lover You gotta have someone like

Lives were wasted, in the hands of the hated Driven from the garden [garden], now we starvin' in the martyring sodom They call it harlem, wordly problems

Carryin' duffle bag sacks Larry Davis is workin with a thirty-eight magnum Big stations won't have any problem hearin' the wax (I'll play it) With Kingston, Jamaica

stacks to ease your worried mind Cuz when I'm gone lil' mama home alone at every time You never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind And you never holla 'bout a problem

...) Shorty I could take you there Baby girl I know it's rough but come with me We can take a trip to the hood It's no problem girl it's my city I could

to the side like a fader Homey I'm the president, governor and mayor I control everything like a dictator Get you biz-marked up, turn you into vapors If you got a problem