right!" Rise up this mornin', Smiled with the risin' sun, Three little birds Pitch by my doorstep Singin' sweet songs Of melodies pure and true, Sayin', ("This is
You keep on knockin', but you can't come in. I get to understand you been livin' in sin, But if you love me, woman, walk right in. I've got a notch for
Could you be loved and be loved? Could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved? (The road of life is rocky and you may stumble too, So while you point your fingers someone else is
is it feelin' over there? (Wake up and live now) All right! (Wake up and live!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh! Come on, man! You gotta wake up and live! --- Life is
up! Wo-oh! Mm, now, now. Quench me when I'm thirsty; Come on and cool me down, baby, when I'm hot. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Your recipe is, - darlin' - is
satisfy my soul (satisfy my soul); You satisfy my soul (satisfy my soul). Every little action (satisfy my soul), there's a reaction (satisfy my soul). Oh, can't you see what you've done for
Playing smart And not being clever? I said, you're working iniquity To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so) But the goodness of Jah, Jah I-dureth for-I-ver
Lively up yourself and don't be no drag Lively up yourself, 'cause this is the other bag Hey, lively up yourself and don't be no drag You lively up yourself
with a little sacrifice, Jammin' till the jam is through. We're jammin' - To think that jammin' was a thing of the past; We're jammin', And I hope this jam is
fleets pulling up in Nobu?s and Cipriani?s or that F1 race track, good look tryna find me wherever I?m at ,I?m smoking some Bob Marley 7 star hotels,
molasses. Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit. Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad b-tch. Andre 3001, another classic. Go ahead ask him, Bitches bout. "H,ow i'B
And the blood is red instead of sellout green This is not the music for an R n' B mind This is flower intertwined with a vine In other words this is
Big Pun This is Latin history in the making for trill title takings Like taking the love of Bob Marley from a Jamaican Y'all faking but for Bun B we will
hip cats, all the Nappy Sweets This is the Brother Question, broadcasting live Via satellite from the Never Never Tunnels Now dig the rituals for today, is
got cats, likening me to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
's crazy Food for the soul is what suburban noize be makin' Yeah we, keepin' it real and keepin' it funky You know we got the dope for all you hip-hop
little rhymecholy Legendary like Bob Marley 17 ward superstar, feel me I tell ya, shorty million dollar, nigga Don't test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider
like Im hanging out with Mr. Cooper pushing a phat B, bitches wanna get with me I get more pussy than a women's penitentiary I drink lemons with bacardi for