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Well, so long liberty
Let's forget you didn't show
Not in my time
But in our sons' and daughters' time
When you get the feeling
Call and you got a room
Meantime, we're cutting our hands at the kebab shop
In the streets of fear
Forgetting all out best Tae Kwon Do moves
On a barrel of beer
We trying to get a signal on a Ragga FM
Do the DTI, bust CNN
Sucking the wine right out of the vine
Spitting it out again

Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Drive, drive, drive
Distance no object, rasta for I

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jambalaya on the Bayou

Kool Moe Dee was in the Treacherous Three
There's old school, new school and Brownie McGee
Going underwater to explode
Now night is falling on the grove
You can but dream

And I hear
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jambalaya on the Bayou

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
There's jambalaya on the Bayou tonight in the grove

Well, so long liberty
Just let's forget you never showed
Not in my time
But in our sons' and daughters' time
When you get the feeling
Call and you got a room
Meantime, we're cutting our hands on the kebab shop
In the streets of fear
Forgetting all those best Tae Kwon Do moves
On a barrel of beer
We trying to get a signal through from Ragga FM
Do the DTI, bust CNN
Sucking this wine right out of the vine
And I'm spitting it back again

Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Drive, drive
Distance no object, rasta for I

Somebody got a vision of a homeland
From a township, from a township window
Through a township window
Some crazy widow dares to have a vision
Starts seeming, like
Seeming like the homeland on the plain
Not in focus yet
Seeming like the homeland on the plain
Not in focus yet

I'm groovin' with a freestyle nation
And maximum density

And I say
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jambalaya on the Bayou

Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Only to shine, shine in gold, shine

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