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Sweet sensemilla burning in the night

Sweet sensemilla Yeah Gonna make you feel right



I remember the day when

Jah Jah showed me the way

Irie meditation

It is the only way

So don’t you abuse it Yeah

Its resource is a must

So build a splif

And pass it to us



As I sit here, I look strait up

And stay in Jah light





I just woke up

I’ve got fourteen hours to go

Lord knows I won’t waste my day on heroin or blow

Cali Herb Cali Herb

Can you feel its effect

Give thanks and praise for

Jah most majestic gift



I sit up on top a my Mystic sound and I burn a mi ganja pipe

Chico cops come and tell me that’s not right

I just burn it and pass it ‘pon de right

And then dem commin’ and dem look pon Natty Dread and them say

“Hey, Natty Dreadlocks, where you come from?

You must have 2 stick a sensi under your tam.”

No, Officer, Lord, you must be mad

He only smokes cigarettes, strictly shwag

But I man cootdog smoke the good sensi

I sit up on top a my Mystic sound with my Mystic posse

And then me light it in a bong, smoke upon the chron

Fill it in my lungs, my mind and body strong…



I’m freakin’, I’m funkin’, I’m ill-smokin’ skunk

And I smoke hella grass and I smash like the pumpkins

I feel uplifted, gifted they say, because I stay

Blunted all li-di-di-da-di-day

My rap gets shorter, in the court there’s no order

When I reach in my pocket for a 1 and a quarter

Zig-zag, big bag a buddha that be stinky like yo’ beaver

Cause I just smoke cannibus-sativa

I leave a roach in your ash tray, blast way

Up in a cloud a smoke while I freak nasty

Ladies love a man because he’s fly

But I ain’t lovin’ nothin’ but my high

Lay low, stay low, I’ll stay straight to the point

Stay strapped with a bong; in the clip: it’s the joint

Keep two in my pocket cause I always love to rock it

I like to smoke a joint with my lady before I knock it

Ashes to ashes dust to dust

Pack another bowl with the sticky green stuff

So ruff, so tuff, I’m straight buddha-blessin’

But on the realla, the Mystic Roots got a question:

Who freaks the funk? The Ill funk-freaka

Smokin’ straight: Sweet sensimillia

Sweet sensemilla burning in the night

Sweet sensemilla Yeah Gonna make you feel right



I remember the day when

Jah Jah showed me the way

Irie meditation

It is the only way

So don’t you abuse it Yeah

Its resource is a must

So build a splif

And pass it to us



As I sit here, I look strait up

And stay in Jah light





I just woke up

I’ve got fourteen hours to go

Lord knows I won’t waste my day on heroin or blow

Cali Herb Cali Herb

Can you feel its effect

Give thanks and praise for

Jah most majestic gift



I sit up on top a my Mystic sound and I burn a mi ganja pipe

Chico cops come and tell me that’s not right

I just burn it and pass it ‘pon de right

And then dem commin’ and dem look pon Natty Dread and them say

“Hey, Natty Dreadlocks, where you come from?

You must have 2 stick a sensi under your tam.”

No, Officer, Lord, you must be mad

He only smokes cigarettes, strictly shwag

But I man cootdog smoke the good sensi

I sit up on top a my Mystic sound with my Mystic posse

And then me light it in a bong, smoke upon the chron

Fill it in my lungs, my mind and body strong…



I’m freakin’, I’m funkin’, I’m ill-smokin’ skunk

And I smoke hella grass and I smash like the pumpkins

I feel uplifted, gifted they say, because I stay

Blunted all li-di-di-da-di-day

My rap gets shorter, in the court there’s no order

When I reach in my pocket for a 1 and a quarter

Zig-zag, big bag a buddha that be stinky like yo’ beaver

Cause I just smoke cannibus-sativa

I leave a roach in your ash tray, blast way

Up in a cloud a smoke while I freak nasty

Ladies love a man because he’s fly

But I ain’t lovin’ nothin’ but my high

Lay low, stay low, I’ll stay straight to the point

Stay strapped with a bong; in the clip: it’s the joint

Keep two in my pocket cause I always love to rock it

I like to smoke a joint with my lady before I knock it

Ashes to ashes dust to dust

Pack another bowl with the sticky green stuff

So ruff, so tuff, I’m straight buddha-blessin’

But on the realla, the Mystic Roots got a question:

Who freaks the funk? The Ill funk-freaka

Smokin’ straight: Sweet sensimillia

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