Posted by meli on Sunday, December 02, 2012 in social justices and controversial topics, songbird | No comments
In honor of Washington State bringing weed to the adult masses; I find this fitting ;-)Annnnnnnd this song has been a long time slow hooping favorite of mine. I haven't hooped much since the rains have taken over, but I stare longingly at them on a regular basis. This song goes out to them ... I'm slow hooping in my head with you, my little round gods!
Ganja Babe ~Michael Franti
heavy medicine
ya 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 ya need
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 woo-o-oh oh
sweet thing, my girl lollipop
she growing mad crops
she rollin' herbs everyday
at about 4 o' clock
tick tock
strike the hammer while the iron's hot
ooh girl
whatcha got cooking in the pot
see mary mary quite contrary
how does your garden grow
hydroponic, ultra supersonic
or does it grow naturally slow
ganja babe
my sweet ganja babe
i love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin'
ganja babe
i love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin'
ganja babe
my sweet ganja babe
come wake body-ody take my mind away
everybody get down, and do the boogaloo
just like the cover of I want you
yoo hooo
look whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do when the rent comes due
round up the posse, and call up the crew
5 bucks at the door, and ya bring ya own booze
call ya neighbors, 'cause they can come too
be sure and bring ya 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 too
cuz just like me they long to be... high
ganja babe
come wake body-ody take my mind away
everybody get down, and do the boogaloo
just like the cover of I want you
yoo hooo
look whatcha gonna do
whatcha gonna do when the rent comes due
round up the posse, and call up the crew
5 bucks at the door, and ya bring ya own booze
call ya neighbors, 'cause they can come too
be sure and bring ya 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 too
cuz just like me they long to be... high
ganja babe
my sweet ganja babe
i love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin'
ganja babe
i love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin'
ganja babe
my sweet ganja babe
come wake body-ody take my mind away
come wake body-ody take my mind away
ganja babe
my sweet ganja babe
i love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin'
ganja babe
i love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin'
ganja babe
my sweet ganja babe
come wake body-ody take my mind away
come wake body-ody take my mind away
take my mind away, ahh
take my mind away, ahh
take my mind away, ahh
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