(Ooooh, we're gonna have fun)

[Verse 1 - Dabbla]

Tell you man to man, only way I deal with combat is hand to hand
A deals a deal, a plans a plan
And if the plan involves Amsterdam well let's roll
Fill me in, I'm a ganja man
There's no hatred in my blood, there's no anger nah
It's all love, natures wonder drug
Little blessing from above, what you under bruv?
You got papers, yeah I got papers
Let me smell the vapours, see how high the grade is.. Gimme that!
Flip it back, you know I keep it tight like my little chap in a jimmy hat
Cause there's six million ways to blaze the high grade
Get my hands on this shit to keep your eyes double glazed
See it started off as a phase, now I find it hard to make an eighth last a day
And I'll probably be puffing 'til I pass away
Will I ever stop bunning boy? It's hard to say
Somebody skin up, skin out
Lets get it on, lets get out
Stop the stressing, the messing about because I'm happy just bunning it down
Somebody skin up, skin out
Lets get it on, lets get out
I beg you stop, with all the fussing and running around because I'm happy just bunning it down