| All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus
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| We now want the new weed, beat under us
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| Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous
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| Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust
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| Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us
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| Too much fantasy, here upon next to us
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| Fit in ganja weed, always notorious
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| Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious
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| We have weed in our cakes and Oreo’s
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| Believe me though, death upon your Marlboro
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| You want my roll, on someone you hardly know
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| This Marley grow, no time to move feet
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| Make it slow, you tellin' me no
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| Say you want to start the show
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| Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow
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| You shot, direct; |
| that means you are far bellow
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| You start to take, substances up in your nose
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| No nina where you find me
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| Some boy go rich, blow ninety
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| And smokin' like a genie
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| The skunky and the greenie
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| On the ganja bus, they comin' after us
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| We makin' stops all over Los Angeles
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| On the block, where the weed that get scandalous
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| When we run around, police can’t handle us
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| They wanna clout the bus, and on the top be us
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| They never wanna come around, just a rowdy bunch
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| Tengo el poder, tu no aguantas
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| Yo sé, que el juego es dificil para usted
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| Despiertate, no dejes to gente ver
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| Tu situacion cuando no puedes mantener
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| En fuerza que nosotros, enseñale
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| Deja tu vida sin rastros, escondate
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| Portate, we flyin' up tu +santrope+
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| And if you want we can jet through Maldigo B
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| No nina where you find me
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| Some boy go rich, blow ninety
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| And smokin' like a genie
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| The skunky and the greenie
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| Senn Dogg!
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| Cuando fumo yo no juego, pásame el fuego
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| Me lo fumo todo, quememe los dedos
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| En la mañana cuando me levanto
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| Antes que nada, yo quemo un pipaso
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| Enamorado con la yerba buena
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| Comida cubana y las nalgas morenas
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| Todas las nenas saben que yo tengo
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| Las colitas, vete en mi leño
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| No hay nadie que me quite el vicio
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| Marihuano por vida, oiste chico?
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| Mundo entero quiero que me entiende
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| La cara virgen wanna va tu mente
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| It’s so hazardous
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| Take a strive with us
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| When it’s over California, we react the bus
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| We fabulous, your talk don’t mean jack to us
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| Better fear for your ass the assassins come
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| Pass ya' blunts, gonna have to mash it up
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| For you conniving mothaf**kers wanna stash it up
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| You actin' up, we can’t have that’s whats up
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| Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up |