This is no bandwagonThis is no bandwagonJoe Buccaneer a look for another hit songI be stealing all the nationsSo don't get me wrong, understandI singUntil them find a way fi destroy your Lord's headUntil them find a way fi destroy your Lord's headThem can't stop ganja man from bun di way headThem can't stop ganja man from bun di way headBut fi bun despite the systemThat's why the Buccaneer a singFrom you know you a real ganja manFrom you know you a real ganja manAs a matter of fact when you doneAs a matter of fact when you doneBuild the chronic, give me some make me burnFrom you know you a real herb manFrom you know you a real herb manMake me sit peace about inna your handAs a matter of fact when you doneAs a matter of fact when you doneBuild the chronic, give me somePressure, pressureBut that no really matterWe still a take time and roll the blunt properOne more try fi the goat in the calfFi make them know seh I eat super fastSo while them a trySpy out fi feelin a choppaFi stop the supplyFrom rich ganja da paFrom there is the earth sent to me now is foreverWe da go bun fi di betterSo ahFrom you know you a real ganja manMake me sit peace about inna your handAs a matter of fact when you doneBuild the chronic, give me some make me burnBuild the chronic, give me some make me burnFrom you know you a real herb manMake me sit peace about inna your handMake me sit peace about inna your handAs a matter of fact when you doneBuild the chronic, give me someMake me burnFrom you know you a real herb manMake me sit peace about inna your handMake me sit peace about inna your handMake me blow fi through mi noseMake me blow fi through mi noseWhen fi puff fi with mi mouthSo ah, lor, by this inna the houseTell me fi ever go a drink of garbanjaRub a sentence fi three month of langaRub fi inna stop whine about di marijuanaAnd that's thinna make fi feel fi bun it pa di cannaSo ah, from you know you a real ganja manMake me see the roots of the lot in your handAs a matter of fact, when you're doneBuild the granite, give me some, make me boneFrom your door, you are a real herb manMake me see a piece of body in your handAs a matter of fact, when you're doneBuild the granite, give me some againUntil they find a way to destroy your herb seedThey can't stop ganja man from bundling their headStress off your mind despite the systemThat's why the DJ sing again thenFrom your door, you are a real herb manMake me see a piece of body in your handAs a matter of fact, when you're doneBuild the granite, give me some, make me boneFrom your door, you are a real ganja manMake me see the roots of the lot in your handAs a matter of fact, when you're doneBuild the granite, give me some againPressurePressure, but that doesn't really matterWe still have to take time and roll the blunt, papaOne more drop for the good indicaTo make them know what they are to preferSo all of them try to spy outWe feel in a trap, to stop the supplyFrom rich ganja to papaFrom the rest of the earth, send me nice foreverBuild the bone for the better againFrom your door, you are a real ganja manMake me see the roots of the lot in your handAs a matter of fact, when you're doneBuild the granite, give me some, make me boneFrom your door, you are a real herb manMake me see a piece of body in your handAs a matter of fact, when you're doneBuild the granite, give me some again