i wonder if dem hear?
a you a run di street with the highest grades!
some other bwoy love run in
and dem know di thing nuh straight
no man to mi spliff!
badman nuh share dem spliff with no p-ssy eater
cyan touch mi challis, bite mi steamer
weed pon the board, cut it with the 3 star
weed mek mi fly, it a mussi visa
likkle piece a grabba mek the spliff sweeter
bush herb mek you feed pon bun like easter
yard man nuh burn drugs, so we nuh need straw
weed draw, grabba lift man head like seesaw
c-ke head go, suck yuh mother with yuh crack pipe
steamers, that like mi pon a top flight
face motherf-ckin’ swell, bees, wasp bite
eye red (mmm), stop light, yuh know mi fr-ss right?
yuh bun bush weed, mek hunger trap tripe
yuh smoke challis and drop (buff!), so stop try it
when the grabba hot like a duchtie pot light
4th generation a tell dem
the weed, the grabba, mek mi heart a race
mi mind it gone so far, it gone a sp-ce
you know the steam challis, wi’ kick off yo face
smoke mek yuh drop asleep, you nah go wake
drive go a skinny, ’cause mi want the grades
squaddy cyaa find it, fi confiscate
cut it up fine with the scissors, the blade
mi nah gi’ some bwoy my weed cah
[repeat verse 1]