Jah Cure - Green Grass lyrics

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Ready now

Mi ready now

Mi ready now

Too much white snow

Give them that hype flow

Mek the youths dem brain a trackle slow joe

Give dem that green grass

Never surpass

For my future, my present and the past

Give me a pound make me cut it up

Cut it up

Pass it around let me load me cup

Load me cup

Red gold and green full me Dutchie up

Dutchie up

While the army green full me Cutchie up

Cutchie up

Archie come in mek we take a sup

Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe

Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious

The few them that love us

Some already curious

Enthusiasm fills my cup

Makes me want to chant from dawn till dusk

Too much white snow

Give dem a hype flow

Mek dem youths a brain a trackle slow joe

Give dem that green grass

Never surpass

For my future my present and the past

Give dem that green grass

Give dem that green grass

Give me a pound make me cut it up

Cut it up

Pass it around let me load me cup

Load me cup

Red gold and green full me Dutchie up

Dutchie up

While the army green full me Cutchie up

Cutchie up

Archie come in mek we take a sup

Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe

Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious

The few them that love us

Some already curious

If dem nuh stop cut down all the herb fields

We burning all the cane fields

Let they feel how the pain feels

Seasonal shipments of banana

Dem naw free up Jah marijuana

Need at least a pound pon every corner, yeah

Mi hear dem a plan fi gang Jah

Hear dem dirty plans Jah

Lightening an thunder

Cause the wicket burns a sunder

Too much white snow

Rasta say no

Rasta say nooo

Too much white snow

Give them that hype flow

Mek the youths dem brain a trackle slow joe

Give dem that green grass

Never surpass

For my future, my present and the past

Give me a pound make me cut it up

Cut it up

Pass it around let me load me cup

Load me cup

Red gold and green full me Dutchie up

Dutchie up

While the army green full me Cutchie up

Cutchie up

Archie come in mek we take a sup

Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe

Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious

The few them that love us

Some already curious

Bring out the best in me

Smoke till mi old it never stress me

So move with you white snow and you ecstasy

Rasta no want dem ting beside a mi

Dem come a Curefest, dem bring the best for me

Give me the more, no less for me

A me name the Cure straight west for me

Orange Hill, Orange Hill

A deh so me chill

Too much white snow

Too much white snow

Give me a pound make me cut it up

Cut it up

Pass it around let me load me cup

Load me cup

Red gold and green full me Dutchie up

Dutchie up

While the army green full me Cutchie up

Cutchie up

Too much white snow