This is no bandwagon
This is no bandwagon
Joe Buccaneer a look for another hit song
I be stealing all the nations
So don't get me wrong, understand
I sing
Until them find a way fi destroy your Lord's head
Until them find a way fi destroy your Lord's head
Them can't stop ganja man from bun di way head
Them can't stop ganja man from bun di way head
But fi bun despite the system
That's why the Buccaneer a sing
From you know you a real ganja man
From you know you a real ganja man
As a matter of fact when you done
As a matter of fact when you done
Build the chronic, give me some make me burn
From you know you a real herb man
From you know you a real herb man
Make me sit peace about inna your hand
As a matter of fact when you done
As a matter of fact when you done
Build the chronic, give me some
Pressure, pressure
But that no really matter
We still a take time and roll the blunt proper
One more try fi the goat in the calf
Fi make them know seh I eat super fast
So while them a try
Spy out fi feelin a choppa
Fi stop the supply
From rich ganja da pa
From there is the earth sent to me now is forever
We da go bun fi di better
So ah
From you know you a real ganja man
Make me sit peace about inna your hand
As a matter of fact when you done
Build the chronic, give me some make me burn
Build the chronic, give me some make me burn
From you know you a real herb man
Make me sit peace about inna your hand
Make me sit peace about inna your hand
As a matter of fact when you done
Build the chronic, give me some
Make me burn
From you know you a real herb man
Make me sit peace about inna your hand
Make me sit peace about inna your hand
Make me blow fi through mi nose
Make me blow fi through mi nose
When fi puff fi with mi mouth
So ah, lor, by this inna the house
Tell me fi ever go a drink of garbanja
Rub a sentence fi three month of langa
Rub fi inna stop whine about di marijuana
And that's thinna make fi feel fi bun it pa di canna
So ah, from you know you a real ganja man
Make me see the roots of the lot in your hand
As a matter of fact, when you're done
Build the granite, give me some, make me bone
From your door, you are a real herb man
Make me see a piece of body in your hand
As a matter of fact, when you're done
Build the granite, give me some again
Until they find a way to destroy your herb seed
They can't stop ganja man from bundling their head
Stress off your mind despite the system
That's why the DJ sing again then
From your door, you are a real herb man
Make me see a piece of body in your hand
As a matter of fact, when you're done
Build the granite, give me some, make me bone
From your door, you are a real ganja man
Make me see the roots of the lot in your hand
As a matter of fact, when you're done
Build the granite, give me some again
Pressure
Pressure, but that doesn't really matter
We still have to take time and roll the blunt, papa
One more drop for the good indica
To make them know what they are to prefer
So all of them try to spy out
We feel in a trap, to stop the supply
From rich ganja to papa
From the rest of the earth, send me nice forever
Build the bone for the better again
From your door, you are a real ganja man
Make me see the roots of the lot in your hand
As a matter of fact, when you're done
Build the granite, give me some, make me bone
From your door, you are a real herb man
Make me see a piece of body in your hand
As a matter of fact, when you're done
Build the granite, give me some again