Green Grass 歌词

Ready now Mi ready now Mi ready now Too much white snow Give them that hype flow Mek the youths dem brain a trackle slow joe Give dem that green grass Never surpass For my future, my present and the past Give me a pound make me cut it up Cut it up Pass it around let me load me cup Load me cup Red gold and green full me Dutchie up Dutchie up While the army green full me Cutchie up Cutchie up Archie come in mek we take a sup Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious The few them that love us Some already curious Enthusiasm fills my cup Makes me want to chant from dawn till dusk Too much white snow Give dem a hype flow Mek dem youths a brain a trackle slow joe Give dem that green grass Never surpass For my future my present and the past Give dem that green grass Give dem that green grass Give me a pound make me cut it up Cut it up Pass it around let me load me cup Load me cup Red gold and green full me Dutchie up Dutchie up While the army green full me Cutchie up Cutchie up Archie come in mek we take a sup Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious The few them that love us Some already curious If dem nuh stop cut down all the herb fields We burning all the cane fields Let they feel how the pain feels Seasonal shipments of banana Dem naw free up Jah marijuana Need at least a pound pon every corner, yeah Mi hear dem a plan fi gang Jah Hear dem dirty plans Jah Lightening an thunder Cause the wicket burns a sunder Too much white snow Rasta say no Rasta say nooo Too much white snow Give them that hype flow Mek the youths dem brain a trackle slow joe Give dem that green grass Never surpass For my future, my present and the past Give me a pound make me cut it up Cut it up Pass it around let me load me cup Load me cup Red gold and green full me Dutchie up Dutchie up While the army green full me Cutchie up Cutchie up Archie come in mek we take a sup Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious The few them that love us Some already curious Bring out the best in me Smoke till mi old it never stress me So move with you white snow and you ecstasy Rasta no want dem ting beside a mi Dem come a Curefest, dem bring the best for me Give me the more, no less for me A me name the Cure straight west for me Orange Hill, Orange Hill A deh so me chill Too much white snow Too much white snow Give me a pound make me cut it up Cut it up Pass it around let me load me cup Load me cup Red gold and green full me Dutchie up Dutchie up While the army green full me Cutchie up Cutchie up Too much white snow