bob

a oto mistrz kultury rastamana...

ziomek ogolnie spoko, szanuje jego decyzje o stylu swojego zycia

wiekszosc ludzi w moim wieku choc w pewnym stopniu upodabnia sie do niego... szanuje ich... wogole sam robie to samo ze swoja ekipa i klade lache na to ze komus sie to nie podoba... kazdy robi to co lubi kazdy robi to co chce... dobra koncze bo filozof mi sie zalacza...

wiec tekst piosenki wlasnie ziomka z Jamajki :)

"Smoke two joint's"

"she was living in a single room with three other individuals
one of them was a male and the other two,well,the other two were females
God only know what they were up to in there
and furthermore Susan, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised
to learn that all four of them hibitually smoked marijuana cigarettes
'reefers'"

I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joints at night
I smoke two joints in the afternoon
it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace
and two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints
and then I smoke two more
"smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia
smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
toke a big spliff of some good sensamill..."
"Easy-E were ya ever caught slippin'?"
"hell no!"
Daddy he once told me "son you be hard workin' man"
Mommy she once told me "son you do the best you can"
but, then one day I met a man who came to me and said
"hard work good, and hard work fine
but first take care of Head"
whoa rock me tonight
whoa-oh Jah sake whoa-ohh