I’m the cannabis store
I know you want more
Gonna see you tomorrow
At twenty past four
At the cannabis store
I wanna buy you some treats
You know we’ve got the cure
Can I have my receipt
Come take the tour
I can’t wait to get red
You won’t get bored
I need some chronic for my head
You got your wallet
In your pocket
And the store’s
Down the street
It’s a tiny tiny place
You have to stand
They got no seat
Yes, you didn’t even eat
Still got slippers on your feet
Didn’t season your meat
And you didn’t brush your teeth
If you need that ganja
Then get up off the ground
If you fave it and you crave it
Take yourself to smoke town
Not the liquor, beer store
Dollar store, grocery store
Only store that you care for
Your cannabis store
At the cannabis store
I wanna buy you some treats
You know we’ve got the cure
Can I have my receipt
Come take the tour
I can’t wait to get red
You won’t get bored
I need some chronic for my head
They got gummys
For your tummies
One hitters if you favour
Crushers, cleaners
Vapours, lighters
They got roiling papersp
Different flavours
Eatables, we save for later
Cho Ha, nobody there to save you
Get your crusher, grater
Get e-liquid for your vapour
If you need that, ganja fever
They got indica, sativa
Let ‘em tell you
Bout the feature, flower
How much THC u need
Money that you spent
Putting you in debt
Bank account have dent
Blame your government
They put your dealer
Outta business
Now he’s jacking cars
Prison wards
Drinking in bars
Dominoes and cards
He’s used to living life
Support his kids and wife
Twelve g’s a month
Cut that with a knife
Babylon tek over the whole business
That cannabis store
Where they want u to pay
What u say
Rasta led the way
But no weed from JA
They make you buy your weed
From that local dispensary
Can’t find your weed man
Where is he
He’s in a penitentiary
Real ganja
C’mon
Yo, yo
Where you get this
Yard weed this
Yeah mon
It wicked mon
Can’t find your weed man
Keisha’s coming over
She likes to smoke ganja
You like to smoke with her
She likes a man with her
Weed’s like her man-b
Her ice cream, her candy
Weed comes in handy
She’s a ganja baby
And she smokes off
All your chronic
Now she’s rolling in your bed
Says, why don’t you get on it
She said first we need more ganja
I just smoked your last dime
Sent you back
To that cannabis store
One more time
Fly to Jamaica
When your life’s in danger
You like that girl, Sandra
At the cannabis store
You wanna be a winner
Go to mom’s house for dinner
First you have to go
To the cannabis store
You went and got a job there
Heard you tried to rob there
Don’t see you anymore
At the cannabis store
Everybody friendly
We all have a good time
So please get in line
At the cannabis store
Could I get sixteen grams
Of that sweet Afghan hash
It’s my aphrodisiac
Will that be cash, debit or credit
Ahh credit
That’s three hundred and sixty-five dollars
Same amount you spent last week, Mr Nelson
Make sure and come back now
So, wah gwaan
Right now
We a look for di ting called the cess
You know, the authentic Jamaican ganja
You have any?
Sorry, we don’t sell cess
How you mean, you don’t sell cess
Wah really a gyaan
But we do have some good indica though
Forty-four percent THC
Alright, give me some a dat indica then
Thanks for your business
Make sure and come back now
Clearly
At the cannabis store
I wanna buy you some treats
You know we’ve got the cure
Can I have my receipt
Come take the tour
I can’t wait to get red
You won’t get bored
I need some chronic for my head
Make sure and come back now