[Chronixx: intro]

Rasta man wheel out
I know you have it there
Rasta man wheel out
And come over here
Officer ease out, don't you have no fear
Officer ease out and don't you judge me by my hair

[Chronixx: verse 1]

I was yadding down the lane
And I buck up in an old blue seem
And he ask why my eye so red
I said it's the good old cali green
And him sey

[Chronixx: hook]

Rasta man wheel out
And know you have it there
Rasta man wheel out
And come over here
Officer ease out, don't you have no fear
Officer ease out and don't you judge me by my hair
[Chronixx: verse 2]

Him see my hair have tie like a Taliban
And him swear seh mi got it man
And him a search fi a spliff couldn't find it
Never know seh mi is a challis man
Its not a recent thing and im not Chronixx one
It is an ancient tradition
It is a gift to the wise
And a long time dem a scheme in a Afghanistan
Indian and Pakistan, not to mentioned African
The best thing weed in a west indies
Burning by the rivers of babylon
Westmoreland have the baddest one
Weh send yo brain pon a magic corp
So mister office meck wi talk yaw
Because a the same one in a Chronixx pon

I've being steaming from morning
Till my eyes got red
And I don't got no money
What can I do for my self

[Hook]

I was walking down the street
And I buck up in a old DC
He said that's the smell of the good old trees
Rasta man what can you do for me
[Hook]

[Chronixx: verse 3]

Regular walking pon Sunday morning
Everything nice and ease
Mi just charging fi go a mi yard
Fi go put on mi rice and peas
One Martinique up the road wid me and the old blue [?]
All who fret up on get release already
So DC don't disturb my peace

Officer ease out cause money no grow pon tree
Officer ease out after you no cunning like me
And him seh rasta man ease out
Don't run up in the jeep
And I say officer cool out
Yo cyaa run faster than me