Ganja Smuggling

Early, early Sunday morning

It was a big ganja smugglin', aye

Inna di mud me a pick all di bud

An me a load dem down inna the tub, aye

One by one

Load up the van

All of our ganja, it ram

Put it on a plane

The weed gone a Spain

Money jus a pour like rain

Me jus a mogle up the lane in a rope gold chain, aye

Me an me girl name Jane

Down there in the ghetto I go

Where sufferation I once know, aye

Mommy and daddy, all a we so poor

We all had to sleep on the floor, aye

Storm, it come and it blow dung me door

Me haffi nail up me window

Me shoes tear up

Me toe jus a show

Me nuh know a weh fi really run go

Mommy jus a bawl

Poor, poor, poor

Me cry, she seh, "Son, cry no more"

Early, early Sunday mornin'

It was a big ganja smugglin', aye

Inna di mud me a pick all di bud

An me a load dem down inna the tub, aye

One by one

Load up the van

All of our ganja, it ram

Put it on the plane

The weed gone a Spain

Money jus a pour like rain

Me jus a mogle up the lane in a gold rope chain, aye

Me an me girl name Jane

Down there in the ghetto I go

Where tribulation I once know, aye

Mommy an daddy, all a we so poor

We all had to sleep on the floor, aye

Storm, it come and it blow dung me door

Me haffi nail up me window

Me shoes tear up

Me toe just a show

Me nuh know a weh fi really run go

Mama tell me, "Nuh rob drug store

Police beat yuh, mek yuh back sore"

Aye

Aye, tell dem

Aye, tell dem