Lyrics Rizla - Jacob Banks

Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah

180, I drive it like a stoner
Her calm can't tame me
Mister Morgan's got me jaded

You know I like to speak and act tough
Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta
Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha
But I still taste you on my tongue

Maybe there's four or five
Around you, out my mind (Yeah), hmm
Maybe there's flashing lights
Oh, help me escape myself, oh, oh, oh

But you know I like to speak and act tough
Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta
Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha
But I still taste you on my tongue, hmm

Run for cover
Red jacket this is thriller
I know the flavor, uh
Blue magic, you're my dealer

You know I like to speak and act tough
Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta
Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha
But I still taste you on my tongue, hmm

Maybe there's four or five
Around you, out my mind (Yeah), hmm
Maybe there's flashing lights
Oh, help me escape myself, oh, oh, oh

But you know I like to speak and act tough
Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta
Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha
But I still taste you on my tongue, hmm

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Taste you on my tongue
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Taste you on my tongue, baby
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Taste you on my tongue, baby
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Baby, baby, baby, oh no
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, you know I like to speak up and act tough
Rizla and rasta
Cho-cha and cha-cha
Taste you on my tongue