Big Bag Songtext
von Taiwan MC
Big Bag Songtext
Yes we rock it in a collie man style
Yes we rock it in a ganjaman style
Yes we rock it in a irie man style
Yes we rock it in a ganjaman style
Come mek we blaze
Come mek we blaze
Come mek we blaze
Come mek we blaze
Come mek we blaze
I got a big bag of collie weed
And my pocket full of ganja
Me come fi nice up the scene in a rub a dub style ya
I got a big bag of collie weed
And a bottle of holy water
Come fi blaze up di green
Sister, pass me the lighter
Light it up when me step in the club
Mash it up when all of my girl, ah
Bubble up when me drop nuff styles pon top
Of the riddim non stop
Rise dem up when we kickin′ da track
Hands up when your hear the bassline
Vibes up say we killin' the spot
Ram up di dance hall, one more time
Under me high grade blaze it
Bun dung di riddim, got styles dem plenty
Lyrics no empty, full up of sense
Crucial pattern and style, wicked and wild, like wild apache
Lyrically madder dan nuff a dem dibbi dibbi DJs
Don′t try dis we
Don't try stop we
Don't try touch my style
Don′t try touch my style
Why do you wanna try, you know you gonna die soundbooy
We don′t lie
We don't lie
When I say I kill another dibbi dibbi
Say you really see another dibbi dibbi die
We don′t care 'bout what you say
We don′t care 'bout the shit you play
We don′t wanna pay to get no airplay
Idiot deejay, get out di way, get out di dance, get out di yard
No bad mind could try come talk
I man no trust no shadow of the dark
I got a big bag of collie weed
And my pocket full of ganja
Me come fi nice up the scene
In a rub a dub style ya
I got a big bag of collie weed
And a bottle of holy water
Come fi blaze up di green
Sister, pass me the lighter
Weh me tell dem light it up and
Elevate in the collie smoke I'm
Blazin' up pon di cali mist and
Rollin′ up pon di herbalistic
Call me mister green thumb
Ca di haze are reeking strong
Even after weeks long
Sticky tai weed song
Real ganja in a di grinder
High grade we a deal with seen
We nah deal with no badman business
No we nah deal with no demon ting
Real ganja in a di grinder
High grade we a deal with seen
We nah deal with no badman business
No we nah deal with no demon ting
Irie pon di case again
Ganja tune di ravers dem
Wavey rimes and I ride pon de riddim and I fly over the top a top ten
Skankin′ kaliman ting
Skankin' herbsman ting
Roll up another one then
Another one roll up again
I got a big bag of collie weed
In a rub
I got a...
And a bottle
Mek we rock it in a, rock it in a, rock it in a collie man style
Mek we rock it in a, rock it in a, rock it in a collie man style
Mek we rock it in a, rock it in a, rock it in a collie man style
Yes we rock it in a ganjaman style
Yes we rock it in a irie man style
Yes we rock it in a ganjaman style
Come mek we blaze
Come mek we blaze
Come mek we blaze
Come mek we blaze
Come mek we blaze
I got a big bag of collie weed
And my pocket full of ganja
Me come fi nice up the scene in a rub a dub style ya
I got a big bag of collie weed
And a bottle of holy water
Come fi blaze up di green
Sister, pass me the lighter
Light it up when me step in the club
Mash it up when all of my girl, ah
Bubble up when me drop nuff styles pon top
Of the riddim non stop
Rise dem up when we kickin′ da track
Hands up when your hear the bassline
Vibes up say we killin' the spot
Ram up di dance hall, one more time
Under me high grade blaze it
Bun dung di riddim, got styles dem plenty
Lyrics no empty, full up of sense
Crucial pattern and style, wicked and wild, like wild apache
Lyrically madder dan nuff a dem dibbi dibbi DJs
Don′t try dis we
Don't try stop we
Don't try touch my style
Don′t try touch my style
Why do you wanna try, you know you gonna die soundbooy
We don′t lie
We don't lie
When I say I kill another dibbi dibbi
Say you really see another dibbi dibbi die
We don′t care 'bout what you say
We don′t care 'bout the shit you play
We don′t wanna pay to get no airplay
Idiot deejay, get out di way, get out di dance, get out di yard
No bad mind could try come talk
I man no trust no shadow of the dark
I got a big bag of collie weed
And my pocket full of ganja
Me come fi nice up the scene
In a rub a dub style ya
I got a big bag of collie weed
And a bottle of holy water
Come fi blaze up di green
Sister, pass me the lighter
Weh me tell dem light it up and
Elevate in the collie smoke I'm
Blazin' up pon di cali mist and
Rollin′ up pon di herbalistic
Call me mister green thumb
Ca di haze are reeking strong
Even after weeks long
Sticky tai weed song
Real ganja in a di grinder
High grade we a deal with seen
We nah deal with no badman business
No we nah deal with no demon ting
Real ganja in a di grinder
High grade we a deal with seen
We nah deal with no badman business
No we nah deal with no demon ting
Irie pon di case again
Ganja tune di ravers dem
Wavey rimes and I ride pon de riddim and I fly over the top a top ten
Skankin′ kaliman ting
Skankin' herbsman ting
Roll up another one then
Another one roll up again
I got a big bag of collie weed
In a rub
I got a...
And a bottle
Mek we rock it in a, rock it in a, rock it in a collie man style
Mek we rock it in a, rock it in a, rock it in a collie man style
Mek we rock it in a, rock it in a, rock it in a collie man style
Writer(s): Adrien Hicks, Florian Billon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com