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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Franti
Michael Franti
Lead Vocals
Carl Young
Carl Young
Performer
Dave Shul
Dave Shul
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Franti
Michael Franti
Composer
Carl Rogers Young
Carl Rogers Young
Composer
David Shul
David Shul
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Franti
Michael Franti
Producer

Lyrics

Heavy medicine You see my eyes are feeling red again I'm bringin' light like Thomas funky Edison Been in the desert for forty seven days Purple Haze The poison that I tasted never changed Turn up the woofers so I can feel the beat Vibrate my belly like a bomb in harmony Summer heat My back is sticking to me to the seat Bare feet Tank top and shorts is all you need, but Summer breeze I'm feelin' kinda fine I'm rollin with my shorty all the time Wind and grind lovely shake your behind Cinnamon skin be bringing sin to my mind But whether or not the weather's hot Or the weather's cold I'm wrapping her like a blanket with my whole soul So that she can feel me like Coca-Cola I'm the woah, woah, sweet thing My girl lollipop, she growing mad crops She rollin' herbs everyday at about four o' clock, tick tock Strike the hammer while the iron's hot Oh girl, watcha got cooking in the pot See Mary, Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow? Hydrophonic ultra supersonic Or does it grow naturally slow? Ganja babe, my sweet ganja babe I love tha way you love me and the way you misbehavin' Ganja babe, my sweet ganja babe Come wake body-ody, take my mind away-o Everybody get down and do the boogaloo Just like the cover of "I want you" Yoo-hoo, look watcha gonna do Watcha gonna do when the rent comes due Round up the posse and call up the crew Five bucks at the door and you bring your own booze Call your neighbors 'cause they can come too Be sure and bring your records 'cause I only got a few So baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, a nickle bagful Some for my partner, some for my crew Some for my ganja baby, she needs two For just like me they long to be high Ganja babe, my sweet ganja babe I love the way you love me and the way you misbehavin' Ganja babe, my sweet ganja babe Come wake my body-ody, take my mind away-o Ganja babe, my sweet ganja babe I love the way you love me and the way you misbehavin' Ganja babe, my sweet ganja babe Come wake my body-ody, take my mind away-o Take my mind away-o Take my mind away-o Take my mind away-o
Writer(s): Carl Rogers Young, Michael Franti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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