Vybz Kartel - Mr. Officer
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[Intro]
Bookey, Feds dem a move spookey

[Verse 1]
Me a drive in from Grange Hill
With a pound a the marijuana
Police pull me over
Step to me car, "Officer, weh you want?"
Him say, "Wha' that me smell 'pon you?"
Wha' that green sup'm deh, a no callaloo
You must go a jail, bwoy, what you gonna do?"
Me light up me weed and say

[Chorus]
Squaddy, me nah stop bun my ganja
So come put on the handcuff dem
'Member me must get bail, carry me go jail
A in deh the high grade sell
Mr. Officer, lowe me with the ganja
Mr. Officer, a gun you fi look for
Mr. Officer, no harass the Gaza
Mr. Officer

[Verse 2]
Me remember...
The first weed weh me a bun when 'round me a 10
Me haffi light it again and out it again
It's like a band a play a riddim inna my head
It mek the place get dizzy and me eye red
Instantly me hungry, no bloodclaat
Me haffi fuck up some crackers and a dry bread
With two bun with a bulla and a fry egg
An' when the kitchen empty, me go a my bed
Me tun big man, now use one light one
Any man try coke fi go try dead
Squaddy charge me and Bobo Shabba fi the weed
And say to court we invited
But the judge advocate fi the herb
She dash out the case, it's indited
And she love the smell when it's lighted
And she style the police as a lightshead

[Chorus]
Squaddy, me nah stop bun my ganja
So come put on the handcuff dem
'Member me must get bail, carry me go jail
A in deh the high grade sell
Mr. Officer, lowe me with the ganja
Mr. Officer, a gun you fi look for
Mr. Officer, no harass the Gaza
Mr. Officer

[Verse 3]
Yo, Notnice...
Me nah fi put it inna no triple beam scale
After a no cocaine, is a weed sale
Hmm-mmm, a where da goo draw yah come from
General Degree a tell me she a down a Greenville
Him bring the farmer fi link Mr. Palmer
Dem sell it inna wholesale and inna retail (eeh eeh)
What a pretty weed in every detail
Me mek a trailer load a money from a week sale
Me read two Psalm, hold a fresh, hold a dress
And see 'bout the swim 'round weh high state
Me step inna the court, lawyer 'pon the left
Lawyer 'pon the right, what a nice thing
If me fi go jail fi the weed me a smoke
I wouldn't be the first inna my scheme
But from the looks weh me see the judge by scheme
Well, me know this softer than ice cream

[Chorus]
Squaddy, me nah stop bun my ganja
So come put on the handcuff dem
'Member me must get bail, carry me go jail
A in deh the high grade sell
Mr. Officer, lowe me with the ganja
Mr. Officer, a gun you fi look for
Mr. Officer, no harass the Gaza
Mr. Officer

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