Ganja Smoke

Ward 21

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    When it come to this kind of ting called badman, deh yah
    See mi ah say, yo, pass up di arm, di Rizla an' di Indica
    Mi done talk, star, ah, chronic, um
    You know how we roll already, I got
    My rolling paper and I got mi garden
    Yo, test mi notes yah right now, yah hear mi?
    Aye!

    Mi smoke the weed, the weed, the weed
    Till mi eyes a bleed, a bleed, a bleed
    John John, pass di trees, di trees, di trees
    Baby G, gimme a Rizla please, please, please

    What da one ya name?
    Da one ya name ganja smoke
    Full up inna mi lungs wid boom weed till me a choke
    Pass the key, key, nuh want no Pepsi or no Coke
    A boy have sizzled weed, a just mi temper him provoke
    And when it come to chronic, cyan make no mistake
    A mistake mi mean, what you take it for, ya joke?

    Mi bill it ina room and blow the smoke pon the Pope
    And from you sniff coke, you hang yourself with a rope
    A weed we a promote

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    Smoke the weed, the weed, the weed, till what?
    Till my eyes a bleed, a bleed, a bleed
    Dunley, just pass the trees, the trees, the trees
    Little Fredrum, blood, gimme a Rizla please, please, please

    Yo, yo, yo
    From you nuh share weed with no fassy weh ya bow
    Or you have your own a spliff hole up your hand now
    And blow ganja smoke inna di air cah you no gyow
    Weed we a reap, we a plant, we a grow
    It make your brain click, coke make your brain slow
    And when you burn di herb it's like a heaven you a go
    A Solomon grave a that a fassy weh fi know
    Rizla sell off and herbalist dem deh ya know
    So burn your weed slow

    Smoke the weed, the weed, the weed
    Till mi eyes a bleed, a bleed, a bleed
    Yo, Burna, just pass di trees, di trees, di trees
    Marshall, gimme a Rizla please, please, please

    Da one ya name ganja smoke
    Full up inna mi lungs wid boom weed till me a choke
    Pass the key, key, nuh want no Pepsi or no Coke
    A boy have sizzle we da just mi temper him provoke
    And when it come to chronic cyan make no mistake
    A mistake mi mean, what you take it as a joke?

    Bill it ina room and blow the smoke pon the Pope
    And from you sniff coke, you hang yourself with a rope
    Weed we a promote

    Smoke the weed, the weed, the weed
    Till mi eyes a bleed, a bleed, a bleed
    Awful, mi want you pass di trees, di trees, di trees
    Baby G, gimme a Rizla please, please, please

    Well, ya done know man a ganja man from
    Long time, see what say, love much right
    All right, come father used to sell it and you know
    Yeah, we grow nice and close, all right

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    Composition: Kunley Mccarthy, Andre Gray (Gb), and Sensee

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