| Seh we ah go blaze up the ganja
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| I and I a load up the chalwa
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| Police a come wid jeep and tanker
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| But we naw go run (no we naw go run)
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| I and I a blaze up the ganja
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| Seh we ah go load up the chalwa
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| Babylon no love fi see rasta
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| But we naw go run (no we naw go run)
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| And mi seh here come the officer
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| Oh what a drama, him mussi smell the aroma
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| Right round the corner
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| Some bwoy no like the scent of good marijuana
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| We plant it pon the hills we grow it inna we farm ah
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| We blaze the high grade like president Obama
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| Seh mi love mi weed like how mi love mi mama
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| But King Selassie-I yuh know a him a the father
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| So all rasta man nuh stop wave up the banner
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| Tell dem man a rasta, man a real entertainer
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| Mi nuh want no chemical, gimme mi sweet sensimilla
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| Mi build it up fat, mi roll it inna the paper
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| Mi nuh waan no Pagan come get to mi nerves yah
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| Say I don’t want nothing to bother me
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| I’ve defeated all my enemies
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| So I just wanna be stress free
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| Officer don’t think about arresting me
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| I don’t want nothing to bother me
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| Cause I and I should live just like a king
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| So I just wanna be stress free
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| Free from all police brutality |