Blaze It

Lord, Lord
Yo dawg, yo dawg, police ah come
Dash 'way di weed, dash 'way di weed
Dash 'way what?
Well this one is dedicated to all
Real herb medicine and real ganja man
Empire Productions
Real, real, real herb medicine
Jamaica to Croatia, go straight back to Switzerland

True mi seh
Pass mi ah spliff and mek mi blaze it
Babylon bwoy dem want fi chase mi
But mi nuh 'fraid of dem and dem law
Tell dem, "Nah, you must be sick, you must be crazy"
True mi seh, eh
Pass mi ah spliff and mek mi blaze it
Babylon bwoy dem want fi chase mi
But mi nuh 'fraid of dem and dem law
Tell dem, "Ah, ah, nah, Mr. Officer"

Only a real ganja man know weh mi ah talk 'bout
Wake up in di morning wid a spliff inna mi mouth
You can smell the sensi when you come inna mi house
Plant it by the acre and we sell it by the pound
And when di sun come out and mi decide fi touch di road
I always have a likkle piece wrap up inna mi pouch
Two spliff a hour, mix up wid some drag and skunk
Catch mi pon di corner wid mi head inna di clouds
Mi hear seh police deh pon di road ah patrol
Ah look down fi lock up and put pon parole
Mi just done one and have another one fi roll
But before mi could ah do it him drape mi up inna di crowd
Him seh, "Woi deh, Mr. Man, you ah move like you're bold"
Mi seh, "Mr. Officer, you're flexing like a pussyhole"
Why you nuh want di sensimilla fi grow?
Fi get di ganja legalize, shoulda be your main goal
But no, you rather be a real bumbohole
A what kind of meds you ah hold?
Him seh, "Young man, calm down, you need to watch your tone"
Mi seh, "No, you disturb mi meds, heads ah go roll"
So heads ah go roll, heads ah go roll
Marijuana keep mi warm like mi catty when mi cold
Mi seh, heads ah go roll, heads ah go roll
Ah try stop di food fi mi soul

True mi seh
Pass mi ah spliff and mek mi blaze it
Babylon bwoy dem want fi chase mi
But mi nuh 'fraid of dem and dem law
Tell dem, "Nah, you must be sick, you must be crazy"
True mi seh, eh
Pass mi ah spliff and mek mi blaze it
Babylon bwoy dem want fi chase mi
But mi nuh 'fraid of dem and dem law
Tell dem, "Ah, ah, nah, Mr. Officer"

Herbs ah ting weh mek you feel like a
King, put you pon a higher vibration
I was born wid a pound of the green so
Man ah bun weed from mi age of foundation
Tell di doctor fi try my weed, it make di
Blind man see and even mek di dumb sing song
Under that di Babylon ah preach, try cut
My trees, I beg you rearrange your plan
I like that kush inna di bush, Mr. Indica
Weed licker, that weh mek you high tan bread
Calico and Rizzla, '92 Sizzla, that ah my morning pledge
Mi and my catty build ah dutchie when mi ready
Fi touch it, whole night she ah bawl and beg
(Aight, you know what? Mek mi finish
Tell you di story, see me, listen)
Yo, now mi deh inna di police station
Dem put mi finger inna ink like a polling station
Check mi bag, check mi wallet fi mi information
One piece of sticky put me in a sticky situation
Di officer ask mi fi cooperation
Mi seh, "Not until you know ah just di legislation"
Then him seh, "Why you pursuing di altercation?"
Mi seh, "You will understand one day when you blaze one," oh

Pass mi ah spliff and mek mi blaze it
Babylon bwoy dem want fi chase mi
But mi nuh 'fraid of dem and dem law
Tell dem, "Nah, you must be sick, you must be crazy"
True mi seh, eh
Pass mi ah spliff and mek mi blaze it
Babylon bwoy dem want fi chase mi
But mi nuh 'fraid of dem and dem law
Tell dem, "Ah, ah, nah, Mr. Officer"

Lord, Lord