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Cypress Hill

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ganja Bus Lyrics - Cypress Hill

All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus 

We now want the new weed, beat under us 

Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous 

Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust 

Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us 

Too much fantasy, here upon next to us 

Fit in ganja weed, always notorious 

Sucker censor me, if you feel glorious 

We have weed in our cakes and Oreo's 

Believe me though, death upon your Marlboro 

You want my roll, on someone you hardly know 

This Marley grow, no time to move feet 

Make it slow, you tellin' me no 

Say you want to start the show 

Like cool, Johnny Depp and you want to blow 

You shot, direct; that means you are far bellow 

You start to take, substances up in your nose 

 

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No nina where you find me 

Some boy go rich, blow ninety 

And smokin' like a genie 

The skunky and the greenie 

 

On the ganja bus, they comin' after us 

We makin' stops all over Los Angeles 

On the block, where the weed that get scandalous 

When we run around, police can't handle us 

They wanna clout the bus, and on the top be us 

They never wanna come around, just a rowdy bunch 

Tengo el poder, tu no aguantas 

Yo sé, que el juego es dificil para usted 

Despiertate, no dejes to gente ver 

Tu situacion cuando no puedes mantener 

En fuerza que nosotros, enseñale 

Deja tu vida sin rastros, escondate 

Portate, we flyin' up tu +santrope+ 

And if you want we can jet through Montego Bay 

 

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No nina where you find me 

Some boy go rich, blow ninety 

And smokin' like a genie 

The skunky and the greenie 

Senn Dogg! 

 

Cuando fumo yo no juego, pásame el fuego 

Me lo fumo todo, quememe los dedos 

En la mañana cuando me levanto 

Antes que nada, yo quemo un pipaso 

Enamorado con la yerba buena 

comida cubana y las nalgas morenas 

todas las nenas saben que yo tengo 

las colitas, vete en mi leño 

no hay nadie que me quite el vicio 

marihuano por vida, oiste chico? 

Mundo entero quiero que me entiende 

La cara virgen wanna va tu mente 

 

It's so hazardous 

Take a strive with us 

When it's over California, we react the bus 

We fabulous, your talk don't mean jack to us 

Better fear for your ass the assassins come 

Pass ya' blunts, gonna have to mash it up 

For you conniving mothafuckers wanna stash it up 

You actin' up, we can't have that's whats up 

Listen Muggs on the table gonna slash it up 

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