Mr Officer

Lyrics

[Intro] Bookey, feds dem ah move spookey [Verse 1] Mi a drive in from Grange Hill With a pound a di marijuana Police pull me over Step to mi car, "Officer, wah yuh want?" Him say, "Wah dat mi smell pon you? Wah dat green sumtin deh, ah nuh callaloo Yuh must go a jail bwoy, what yuh gonna do?" Mi light up mi weed and say [Hook] Squaddy, mi nah stop bun my ganja So come put on di handcuff dem Memba' mi must get bail, carry mi go jail Ah in deh di high grade sell Mr. Officer, low mi with di ganja Mr. Officer, ah gun yuh fi look fa Mr. Officer, nuh harass the Gaza Mr. Officer [Verse 2] Mi rememba the first weed weh mi ah bun When round mi ah 10 Mi haffi light it again and out it again It's like a band ah play a riddim inna my head It mek di place get dizzy and mi eye red Instantly mi hungry nuh bloodclat Mi haffi fuck up some crackers and a dry bread With 2 bun wid ah bulla and ah fry egg An when di kitchen empty mi go ah my bed Mi tun big man, now use one light one Any man try coke fi go try dead Squaddy charge me and Bobo Shabba fi di weed And seh to court we invited But di judge advocate fi di herb She dash out di case it's indited And she love di smell when it lighted And she style the police as a lightshead [Hook] Squaddy, mi nah stop bun my ganja So come put on di handcuff dem Memba' mi must get bail, carry mi go jail Ah in deh di high grade sell Mr. Officer, low mi with di ganja Mr. Officer, ah gun yuh fi look fa Mr. Officer, nuh harass the Gaza Mr. Officer, yo not nice [Verse 3] Mi nah fi put it inna no triple beam scale After ah nuh cocaine, is ah weed sale Mm-mmm, ah where dah good draw yah come from General Degree ah tell mi seh ah down a Greenville Him bring di farmer fi link Mr. Palmer Dem sell it inna wholesale and inna retail eehe What a pretty weed in every detail Mi mek ah trailer load a money from a week sale Mi weed too strong, hold a fresh, hold a dress And see bout di swim round weh high state Mi step inna di court, lawyer pon di left Lawyer pon di right, what ah nice ting If mi fi go jail fi di weed mi ah smoke I wouldn't be the first inna my scheme But from the looks weh mi see di judge by scheme Mi know dis softer dan ice cream [Hook] Squaddy, mi nah stop bun my ganja So come put on di handcuff dem Memba' mi must get bail, carry mi go jail Ah in deh di high grade sell Mr. Officer, low mi with di ganja Mr. Officer, ah gun yuh fi look fa Mr. Officer, nuh harass the Gaza Mr. Officer