Etana, I-Octane - Ganja For You

Just some love, marijuana
Bad, bad, bad
And this love, just put it right next to God
Can't you listen, stay me ta-ta-ta-na-sana
Glad that the weak are every storm and every corner
I've rolled it up inna the wrist
And put the fire upon the life
And then me pull and take a puff
And through me nose, me shove the breeze
Weed off me head and face
For me stress, me take a hiss
Every day me and your daddy, he'll dem a money
Marijuana make me something
Don't you hurt me, I'll feed