Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marijuana, artist - Mononc' SergeAlbum song L'académie du massacre, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 17.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Serge Robert
Song language: French
Marijuana(original) |
C’tait dimanche aprs-midi au square Berri |
La police procde l’arrestation d’un squeege |
Ils fouillent dans ses poches, ils lui passent les menottes |
Et qu’est-ce qu’ils trouvent: un demi gramme de pot |
Les polices confisquent la matire dangeureuse |
Pis aprs leur shift ils s’en vont aux danseuses |
Dans le stationnement avant d’entrer |
Ils se roulent un gros joint avec le pot confisqu |
En chantant Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
Non la lgalisation de la marijuana |
Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
Chaque fois qu’les bњufs avaient envie de stock gratis |
Le squeege s’faisait arrter par la police |
Chaque semaine il s’faisait pincer avec du cannabis |
Le juge lui a donc donn la sentence la plus christ |
Le laveur de vitre s’est ramass en prison |
Le juge est rentr fumer un joint maison |
Et le lendemain ce brave gardien de nos valeurs |
Partait en Thalande se taper des p’tites mineures |
En chantant Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
Non la lgalisation de la marijuana |
Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
Le squeege en d’dans essayait d’passer l’temps |
Il a vite t incit descendre d’un cran |
C’tait quequ' chose de bin plus fort qu’la marijuana |
Qu’les gardiens lui vendaient pour arrondir leurs fins d’mois |
Quelque temps aprs not' loser est mort d’overdose |
Et pendant que le laveur de winshield repose |
Ottawa envisage de rendre le pot lgal |
Oui, mais seulement des fins mdicales |
Comprenons l’hsitation des morons d’Ottawa |
Ils veulent pas faire de peine leu' chums d’la mafia |
Et comme c’est l, le pot gnre des milliers d’emplois |
Chez 'es gardiens de prisons les juges et les avocats |
Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
Non la lgalisation de la marijuana |
Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
(translation) |
It was Sunday afternoon at square Berri |
Police arrest squeege |
They're rummaging in his pockets, they're handcuffing him |
And what do they find: half a gram of jar |
Police confiscate dangerous material |
And after their shift they go to the dancers |
In the parking lot before entering |
They roll a big joint with the confiscated pot |
Singing Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
No the legalization of marijuana |
Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
Whenever the oxen wanted free stock |
The squeege got pulled over by the police |
Every week he got busted with weed |
So the judge gave him the most christ sentence |
The window washer got picked up in jail |
The judge came home to smoke a house joint |
And the next day this brave guardian of our values |
Went to Thailand to fuck underage girls |
Singing Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
No the legalization of marijuana |
Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |
The squeege inside was trying to pass the time |
He quickly nudged you down a notch |
It was something much stronger than marijuana |
That the guards sold him to supplement their ends of the month |
Some time later our loser died of an overdose |
And while the winshield washer rests |
Ottawa plans to make pot legal |
Yes, but only for medical purposes |
Let’s understand the hesitation of the morons of Ottawa |
They don't want to hurt their chums from the mafia |
And as it is, the pot generates thousands of jobs |
Among the prison guards the judges and the lawyers |
Marijuana, Marijuana, Marijuana |
No the legalization of marijuana |
Marijuana, marijuana, marijuana, marijuana |