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Hotboxcar
02:29
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you no Rasta and I and I tell everyone
cut your dreads you never was one
you no know what I and I is all about
like Ital cuisine and reggae music
your strains of weed they're all too familiar
dem da ones dey no get you high
Jahbreaker only smoke sensi
one hit and you say bye bye
1-2-3-4 puff puff, smoke some more
got a friend his name is H.R.
big spliffs and mangoes in D.C.
his dreads in natty, long and grey,
P.M.A., but he hates the gays
your strains of weed they're all too familiar
dem da ones they no get you high
Jahbreaker only smoke sensi
one hit and you say bye bye
1-2-3-4 get irie on the dance floor
we're all just stoned (repeat)
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Bad Weed, Dealer's Fault
02:41
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I went to Golden Gate Park
What irie things I saw
Drum circles and unicycles
Hacky sacks and filthy hippies
I ran into a bro I know
With flip flops and dreads so natty
We went up to Hippy Hill to toke up on a fatty
He said his sack was empty
But for twenty we could get high
He said his dealer had ganja
All I could say was
“I, I, oh Selassie I.
Is dem herbs the chronic?
Sticky Endo Jamaican Gold”
He said, “I only puff dem bomb spliffs.”
So we went into the Upper Haight
Where someone was blasting Marley
It sounded good
And I felt proud
I knew every “oooh yea”
Anyway. There he sat
Totally holding some shake bags
They looked bad. I mean like da bush weed
Then I remembered my rude boy
He said, “you batty bumbaclot.
You said dems was Rasta nuggs.
Now we gaun have to hurt you.”
The dealer said, “I. I. oh I and I.
I guan give you good discount.
Take this kind dub for the price of a dime
Just ten bucks and you guan have it.”
Then informas showed up.
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Kiss The Bongload
04:51
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it gets loneliest at night down at dispensary
beneath the smoky sky - the blacklight
6am, we guan to wake and bake
the bowl's dried up so tight with shake weed
who's holding?
and i scrape the piece sometimes
a safety pin - a quick light
I and I bummin' in babylon with nothing left
we hit resin
now the plant grow no more buds
I know I planted you a bountiful harvest, baby
I is desperate to toke
fell from White Widow to the Haight Street
I kiss the bongload
I shoulda been kissin I
you blaze up to an empty fridge
beans for two
little spliffs they fill the gaps
in our empty days
in our broken piece
we jonesin'
hey breddah can you spare a thai?
some change could make a J
could buy a ride to Zion
or a book by Marcus Garvey
no bumbaclot Snoop Lion
beats the Jah out out through the roof
I's jammin' tellin' truth
don't call it bloodfiya
I been waking next to Jah
just one love ahead. all fruits ripe
there's informa coming up
I hide the ganja hopin' dey guan pass
I kiss the bongload
I shoulda been kissing I
you blaze up to an empty fridge
beans for two
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