| Wooo. |
| what a trial that a gwan a Rasta yard
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| Look at them a come with the machete and them gun
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| Them come. |
| them reap what them no sow
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| What a gwan in the early morning a Rasta ganja field
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| Come into the mountains
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| Sight I and I grandfather
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| Planting marijuana, naw make no war
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| Come with your disrespect
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| Take away I chalice, carry gone a campyard
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| And when you reach the campyard
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| You mash-up I kutchie
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| And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard
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| You know why?
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| If you never sell it
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| How come you could a tell I, how much a pound for it?
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| Hear this!
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| Early, early morning the man them on parade
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| Run Rasta, run them a come
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| Hide the barn, hide the kutchie!
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| Come with your disrespect
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| Start boy-up I grandfather
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| Haul and pull him all over
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| Take away Sister Mary
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| From around the fire
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| Carry gone a prison ??
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| Come into the mountains
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| Sight I and I grandfather
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| Planting marijuana, naw make no war
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| I love the birds them
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| The birds love the Rasta
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| We reap marijuana together
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| Why you come to the mountains
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| Trouble I and I grandfather?
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| Planting marijuana, naw make no war
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| We naw run, we naw run!
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| Adopted from King Solomon
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| This marijuana, granted to the hands of black man
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| Now and then we smoke it
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| Another time we boil it
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| Good for all sickness and pain
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| Come into the mountains
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| Sight I and I grandfather
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| Planting marijuana, naw make no war
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| Go back a station, I come to save creation
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| Free marijuana at large
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| Go back a station, trouble some police man
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| We planting marijuana, naw make no war
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| Come into the mountains
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| Sight I and I grandfather
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| Leave. |
| the trouble that na trouble you… |