Stephen Marley - The traffic jam - acoustic lyrics

Cho….. Chorus Bop bah bah dah bah……… Bop bah bah dah bah……… Bop bah bah dah bah……… Bop bah bah dah bah……… This is Raggamuffin from the Ghetto Youths camp Anywhere mi go mi say mi must lef' mi stamp Marijuana weh' mi smoke dem say it too ignorant Just the other day some po-po hold mi fi one Me and me bredda Juju and mi idrin' named Don Bounce a' listen to the Gong mi mashing up the traffic jam Police pull me over, talking bout him smell chron' From mi look in a him face I know this boy had a plan Juju touched mi pon mi shoulder said the boy a demon First thing him' want to know is where that smell coming from Are you smoking marijuana? And I said, "yes I am" True him' see say man trans gooda cost a couple grand Him' say "mek' mi see the licence and the registration And where are you headed? What's your occupation?" Done know say Raggamuffin naa' go answer no question As it says on the paper, read the information For mi naa' go tek' no streetside interrogation So book me if you book me, carry me down a station Mek' me show them how we did it in a style and pattern Chorus Well I'm the judge, the lawyer, jury I'm my own bails-man And if you check it good A' goodly my station Sekkle' Julian because you run England And when you plane land, you no' go thru no' custom This is Raggamuffin up in a different pattern Mi' no' go in a' a session unless it cork and ram From you see we face no' bother ask no' question Chorus ( Jr. Gong ) Well if a ganja dem a look fah dem know where to find us We deh inna di club wid we woman a wine up Fi dem medical marijuana everybody a sign up And form a union di herbalist a join up Ina di darkness it glows, bright and expose Left your contacts at home just, follow your nose I feel good and I said goodness knows That's not just as far as the goodness goes It's a great stimulant help my meal settle When I boil a few buds in my tea kettle And it will open up a cancer patient's appetite You feed up and get well and live a happy life Hey, but now them jealous because I burn with Snoop And now them jealous because it smell like fruits Please don't tell me that your jealous cause we got a lot of love From all the real cops and troops Hey! More paper for the acre, more paper for Jamaica Gong doin' unplugged with Muff the Melody Maker Everybody knows us Now him jealous cause everybody shows love It's just a minor set back a who yuh waan call up Every month then di super get a ting fold up Super dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs Seh any kind a cuff it haffi diamond cuff Go tell dem Rasta youth dem no wear handcuff Easy Papa Muffin yuh respect nuff And yes a Juju Royal yuh tuffa than tuff Always stick togetha even when time ruff A which bwoy bright and think a shine and… Chorus