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Cypress Hill - Ganja Bus lyrics
Ganja Bus [Damian Marley] All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus We now want the new weed, beat under us Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us Too much fantasy, here upon next to us Fit in ganja weed, always notorious Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious We have weed in our cakes and Oreo's Believe me though, death upon your Marlboro You want my roll, on someone you hardly know This Marley grow, no time to move feet Make it slow, you tellin' me no Say you want to start the show Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow You shot, direct; that means you are far bellow You start to take, substances up in your nose [Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X] No nina where you find me Some boy go rich, blow ninety And smokin' like a genie The skunky and the greenie [B-Real] On the ganja bus, they comin' after us We makin' stops all over Los Angeles On the block, where the weed that get scandalous When we run around, police can't handle us They wanna clout the bus, and on the top be us They never wanna come around, just a rowdy bunch Tengo el poder, tu no aguantas Yo sé, que el juego es dificil para usted Despiertate, no dejes tu gente ver Tu situación cuando no puedes mantener En fuerza que nosotros, enseñale Deja tu vida sin rastros, escondete Portate, we flyin' up tu +santrope+ And if you want we can jet through Maldigo B [Chorus: Damian Marley - 2X] No nina where you find me Some boy go rich, blow ninety And smokin' like a genie The skunky and the greenie Senn Dogg! [Sen Dog] Cuando fumo yo no juego, pásame el fuego Me lo fumo todo, quememe los dedos En la mańana cuando me levanto Antes que nada, yo quemo un pipaso Enamorado con la yerba buena comida cubana y las nalgas morenas todas las nenas saben que yo tengo las colitas, vete en mi leńo no hay nadie que me quite el vicio marihuano por vida, oiste chico? Mundo entero quiero que me entiende La cara virgen wanna va tu mente [Chorus] [B-Real] It's so hazardous Take a strive with us When it's over California, we react the bus We fabulous, your talk don't mean jack to us Better fear for your ass the assassins come Pass ya' blunts, gonna have to mash it up For you conniving mothafuckers wanna stash it up You actin' up, we can't have that's whats up Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up [Chorus] (2x) |
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