Sit down children and listen to this story its all about the Cholos, who live their lives poorly They mob in the street They jam salsa beats Plus those ******* laced my kush with angel dust. ******* Cholos.
Sitting in de street Spitting out a reggae beat Rollin up a sticky spliff Jammin out a reggae riff JAH knows I take the fattest hit "**** this ****** is strong as ****!" I see a glint in the eye of a guy On de street, just passin by He flicks some cash in me cup, and I begin to smile; For in my heart of hearts I know, he feels my reggae style
I'm back, you rowdy rond boys. Got me rowdy rond rhymes, and me rowdy rond noize. Kick back in me ol' spot, smokin' me spliff. Sit up in me chair when I hear a sweet riff.
It's Marley on da bass, slappin like he do Head bangin' back and forth like ya know ya want to. Reggae is back and me life in on track. Got baeties in the penthouse and they cookin' up *****.
Can't believe me stopped writing. It was hard to say no. But I'm back to smokin' mo' ***** than ever befo'. Me poetry's like sirup, open ya mouth, and I'll pour it. It's clever, it's dank, it's reggae. I'm glad for it
I toiled then in Babylon with a suit and black tie on I forgot who it was that I called on JAH the one true lord of love Sits on HIS throne high up above HE sent to me a holy dove in its talons Kush
I had not smoked since that night The sight of it gave me a fright but from the sky, a holy light! A fatherly voice came down from a cloud "Son this kush is hella loud Smoke it well, and make me proud!" so I packed a bowl and smoked
The power of kush, it lifted me This powerful plant HE gifted me It mended that old rift in me and I once again, was reggae.
The story of my return to the right path. HIS light inspired me to fight the good fight against bald heads everywhere, and I fight to this day.
I walk through the fields of the cow grazing pasture, I feel the north winds brush gently across my scalp, The warmth of the evening sunset hugs my sensitive skin, As I hear the faint swish of grandpa's windmill, I begin to escape into my head, A land of happiness and freedom, Where I can be alone and forget the stresses of life, I slowly take a drag of the *****, And the feeling sinks deeper into the back of my head, I am locked into a trance and the reggae spirit guides me.
It started like any other ball up My boys on the phone are who I did call up Dank kush they did bring My doorbell they ring I let the boys in and we smoked
We passed the **** 'round But the herbs were pre-ground
Something was amiss...
I took my first rip and my hop lost its hip! Fire from the sky! All the angels cry!
Awoke in a daze My mind is a haze I'm trapped in a maze lost.
An unknown period of time passes My boys and I are flat on our ***** "That **** was strong" "That **** was wrong" I smoked no more after that day My reggae vibe went away I bought a suit I bought a tie And I became, a different guy.