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All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus
We now want the new weed, beat under us
Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous
Smokin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust
Too much ecstasy, make mama exit us
Too much fantasy, upon next to us
Fit in ganja weed, always notorious
So just answer me, if you feel glorious
We have weed in our cakes and Oreo's
Believe me though,better than your Marlboro
You want my roll, on someone you hardly know
This Marley grow, no time to move feet
Make it slow, you tellin' me no
Say you want to start the show
Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow
You short of breath; that means you are far below
You start to take, substances up in your nose
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