Lyrics
(Ooh, we're gonna have fun)
(Yes)
Tell you man-to-man
Only way I deal with combat is hand-to-hand
A deal's a deal, a plan's a plan
And if the plan involves Amsterdam, well, let's roll
Fill me in, I'm a ganja man
There's no hatred in my blood, there's no anger, nah
It's all love
Nature's wonder drug
Little blessing from above, what you under, bruv?
You got papers? Yeah, I got papers
Let me smell the vapors
See how high the grade is, gimme that (gimme)
Flip it back (yeah)
You know I keep it tight like my little chap in a jimmy hat
'Cause there's six million ways to blaze the high-grade
Get my hands on this shit to keep your eyes double glazed
See it started off as a phase
Now I find it hard to make an eighth last a day
And I'll probably be puffing 'til I pass away
Will I ever stop bunnin'? Boy, it's hard to say
Somebody skin up (yeah), skin out (yeah)
Let's get it on, let's get down, uh
Stop the stressing and messing about
Because I'm happy just bunnin' it down
Somebody skin up, skin out
Let's get it on, let's get down
I beg you stop, with all the fussing and running around
Because I'm happy just bunnin' it down
WRITERS
Mark Anthony Clair, Andrew Pittas
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
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