Rastman wheel out

[Chronixx: intro] Rasta man wheel out I know you have it there Rasta man wheel out And come over here Officer ease out, don't you have no fear Officer ease out and don't you judge me by my hair [Chronixx: verse 1] I was yadding down the lane And I buck up in an old blue seem And he ask why my eye so red I said it's the good old cali green And him sey [Chronixx: hook] Rasta man wheel out And know you have it there Rasta man wheel out And come over here Officer ease out, don't you have no fear Officer ease out and don't you judge me by my hair [Chronixx: verse 2] Him see my hair have tie like a Taliban And him swear seh mi got it man And him a search fi a spliff couldn't find it Never know seh mi is a challis man Its not a recent thing and im not Chronixx one It is an ancient tradition It is a gift to the wise And a long time dem a scheme in a Afghanistan Indian and Pakistan, not to mentioned African The best thing weed in a west indies Burning by the rivers of babylon Westmoreland have the baddest one Weh send yo brain pon a magic corp So mister office meck wi talk yaw Because a the same one in a Chronixx pon I've being steaming from morning Till my eyes got red And I don't got no money What can I do for my self [Hook] I was walking down the street And I buck up in a old DC He said that's the smell of the good old trees Rasta man what can you do for me [Hook] [Chronixx: verse 3] Regular walking pon Sunday morning Everything nice and ease Mi just charging fi go a mi yard Fi go put on mi rice and peas One Martinique up the road wid me and the old blue [?] All who fret up on get release already So DC don't disturb my peace Officer ease out cause money no grow pon tree Officer ease out after you no cunning like me And him seh rasta man ease out Don't run up in the jeep And I say officer cool out Yo cyaa run faster than me