Lyrics
There once was a strain of a high-grade tree
The name of the strain was the Baba Ochi
It's been a long day and my girl and me
Waiting for the weed man to roll
Sooner the weed man come
And bring us grabber and grates and gum
One day when him pull up of front of me
I take my weed and roll
Me see the weed man in my circle of black
Roll up a ziggy when him reach 'pon the spot
Take two jar and a spiff well shot
Grab a otter then shove him out the pot
Sooner the weed man come
And bring us grabber and grates and gum
One day when him pull up of front of me
I take my weed and roll
Sooner the weed man come
And bring us grabber and grates and gum
One day when him pull up of front of me
I take my weed and roll
Writer(s): Noah Issa
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