le peuple de l'herbe - mr nice lyrics
meet my mate mister marks he’s making it clear
it’s mister nice to be polite when your carrying gear
where? anywhere i travel get the idea
it’s me my piece of dope i hope to toke with no fear
i steer with ma beer good times in sight
fight for the right to be as high as a kite
it’s a ganja thing roll up and then sing
i’m gonna free the weed one day when you find out that we’re controlling
i had a dope in dublin the gaurdia no troublin
a piece of pot in paris that keep my bong a bubblin
in berlin i’m burning a bl–dy big bong
the reefer in ibeza they got the sh-t, it’s going on
the lumps in lyon. i buy a block in bordaux
i went to belfast on the plane and had a spliff to go (you know)
glasgow glows and london, them start to roll
gonna free the weed when we have got controle
‘meet my mate mr marks, he’s making it clear
it’s mr nice to be polite when your carrying gear’
i had a joint in jo’burg with an african brother
around the world in eighty joints all the ganja lovers
got tripped out in trinidad all the spliff that we had
it was given as a gift so we got to be glad
f-cked up in frankfurt up to no good
bought a bit of black turned out to be wood, (it’s no good)
understood, the sh-t thta we grow
we got to free the weed one day we ‘d take controle
a touch in argentina, tokyo was meaner
got to perth and couldn’t believe the gr-ss was much greener
i met a man in a bar in la , here’s a star
sold be a sample from the back of his car
i’m of to ottawa on a hot pot trail
so much for sale i got a mission can’t fail
let us wail against the war, what war? the reefer i roll
we’ll free the weed one day when we take contrle
the aroma in barcelona, what we did in madrid
the reeferbhan made e act like a kid
in amsterdam got a gramme of skunk
in sydney got mash up and in melbourne i thunk
ain’t wrong so bad you tell me that i must be mad
the sh-t that you be giving me the best you’ve never had
so sad, so sad you don’t know how ws roll
i got to free the weed one day when we have got controle
meet my mate mr marks, he’s making it clear
it’s mr nice to be polite when your carrying gear
where? anywhere i travel get the idea
it’s me my piece of dope i hope to toke with no fear
i steer with my beer good time in sight
fight for the right tobe as high as a kite
it’s a agnga thing , roll up and then sing
we’ll free the weed one day…….
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