Kali - Haj

Ganja, ganja, ganja, ganja.
Ganja, ganja, ganja, ganja.
Ganja, ganja, ganja, ganja.
Ganja, ganja, ganja, ganja.

AK 47, Lemon Haze and Lowrider,
Hindu Kush, mild slider in my hand.
We drive slowly, a Viper passed by.
Or maybe it was a Toddler*, I don't see well, load the pipe.
Another hit, sweet smoke, tickle in my lungs.
Before I light up, I play Snoop Dogg,
I jounce my head with the beat,
no paranoia on the vision, the city is asleep, it's fine.
We bust the myth that marijuna can harm,
at the utmost it can make you dizzy.
No defect, she is perfect.
Come here my darling, come here baby.
She give us her all like it was a gangbang.
Another body squeeze, another spliff burned.
Aaa, another spliff burned, spliff burned, spliff burned.

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Cause I feel this high again.
Natural high, this paradise.
Cause I fill this high again.
Natural high, this paradise.

White Widow, Blueberry and Amnesia.
Fat spliff, it's Ganja Mafia session.
Pressure on the eyes and heavy eyelids.
May this state no end, may it last for centuries.
I laid off the medication, bye bye pharmacology.
All I need is a rolling paper, bud and a lighter.
I drive in sunglasses, although it's dark outside.
Where are we? I think not in Katowice**
Police is waving to us and smiling,
because it's Amsterdam, not Polish inquisition.
I am free here, no need to hide.
I officially and legally buy weed
Ladies on the Red Light invite us,
but we have this one and only, Mary Jane.
It's not the end, the night is still long.
Wait a moment, I'm getting a hit.

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Jack Herer, Hash, Critical, Shiva.
By turns indica and sativa are smoked.
Cloud from the bongo followed by hit from the spliff.
Wild, young and free like Wiz Khalifa.
It's not a crap with added sand.
I don't sneeze after it, maybe cough sometimes.
Tetra-hydro-cannabinol, dude.
In the evening, in the morning, smoke spliff.
I will give you my hand when you're close to me.
Grinded weed and a little of tobacco in my hand.
Positively, we feel calm.
I will sleep on the pillow made of kilogram of weed.
I take another hit, it turns me on so much.
Like Bob Marley I want to smoke till death.
For ones it stinks, for other is smells great.
Just a second, let me take a hit.

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Ganja Mafia and you know what's smoking.
Roll yourself a fat spliff, dude.
Power of peace***.
We smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke.
We smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke here.
We smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke here.
We smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke.
here.
We smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke, we smoke here.
Amsterdam, we are smoking, we are high, we are here. Ganja Mafia likes it, power of peace.

* Toddler or Little Guy - colloquial name for Fiat 126p.
** Katowice - city in Poland, where Kali lives.
*** Power of peace - it's a pun. "Siła spokoju (power of peace)" sounds similar to "siła z pokoju (power from the room). "Siła z pokoju" is the name of recording studio.