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Danny Jamaica is a family man
Working like a dog doing the best he can
Putting food on the table for his kids to eat
Clothes on their back and shoes on their feet
In his house he's got a box he calls the medicine chest
And everybody goes to Danny 'cause his blood is the best
For every low life puts you through
There's a high for you
If you need a shoulder, don't come running to me
Just call Danny Jamaica, he'll get what you need
No, you don't need a doctor to get on your feet
Just call Danny Jamaica, he's got what you need
Down by the zebra and green banger smith
Down standing like a king in his corner of town
With eyes like an eagle, so light on his feet
Doesn't break a sweat, no, he doesn't miss a beat
He's running these streets as if he's just a young boy
He's a real OG, he's a real McCoy
He'll melt away the pain you feel
Hush your silent sighs
For every low in life, there's a perfect high
So if you need a shoulder, don't come running to me
Just call Danny Jamaica, he'll get what you need
No, you don't need a doctor to get on your feet
Just call Danny Jamaica, he's got what you need
Said if you need a shoulder, don't come running to me
Just call Danny Jamaica, he'll get what you need
No, you don't need a doctor to get on your feet
Just call Danny Jamaica, he's got what you need