Mystic Roots - Sweet Sinsemilla lyrics

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Mystic Roots - Sweet Sinsemilla lyrics

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 pa** 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 h**n 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 pa** 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 gra** 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