Black Satin, Gappy Ranks - Weed Ya

Da weed a, da weed a, wrap it up, bag it up, sell it to the media
Ganja make me fly without fiends, ah
When you talk bout dem weed a, dem weed a, money a fi run
Fresh from a ring drill at the end of the sun
Have a big block of ash, you know it's sticky like a gum
A fi start, a fi charge, fi fi weak and charge fi fi gun
Whole a three grand, tell him all he done
A Rasta mi say, do not worry bout me young
It's a herbalist, watch it talk, a di tell you four
Every pound just slide down, you never know
Da weed a, da weed a