Ganja Smuggling

Biddy biddy bong bong......
Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Inna the mud me a pick collie bud an me a load dem down in off the top (?)
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it rum
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan I stayin'
Money just a poor like rain
Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
Me an me girl name Jane
Bang bang biddy bong bong......

Down there in of the ghetto I grew, where sufferation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
Storm it come and it blow down me door, me haffi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
Mummy jus' a bawl "poor, poor," me cry, she seh "son cry no more"
Bang bang biddy bong bong......

Repeat 1

Down dere in the ghetto I go, where tribulation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
Storm it come and it blow down me door, me haffi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
Mama tell me "nah rob drug store, police beat yuh, mek yu back sore ,ey "
Bang bang biddy bong bong......