Bun Bun Bun

Call on by the Shagga Shampon Sanchez pon
Dem case, man (Can't stop, can't stop)
Make me, me a tell you (Can't stop)
How can your country inna so much - (Sensimilla frappe go up)
Inna so much debt, man, and have so
Much land fi plant ganja, man? (Woah)

Nuh give me no coke, 'cause it'll hurt my throat
Lord have His mercy, hey
Nuh give me no goddamn coke, it'll hurt my
Throat (Waan sell we nuh one another, dance)
Hey, I want you give me the good sensimilla (What?)
I want you give me the good love spread so
I want you give me the raw bag ganja
We a go burn it inna chawla (Hear this)

Burn, burn, burn
Tell dem, stop burn it down
Burn, burn, burn
Tell dem, stop burn it down

Dem better lowe the sensimilla, make it grow 'til it red
'Cause if dem gwan burn it down, some people a go dead
Lowe the sensimilla, make it grow 'til it red
If dem gwan burn it down, some people a go dead
Jamaica is a land of backside and ganja
People use entertainment as dem pleasure
Dem mess up backside, dem mess up ganja
And now dem turn pon the entertainer, baba

Burn, burn, burn
Tell dem, stop burn it down
Burn, burn, burn (Oh yeah, yeah)

Say, ooh, I, I say I love it, from head to toe (What?)
Sensimilla, sensimilla, sensimilla (Love it bad, man)
Ooh yeah, I say I love it, from morning 'til night (Good thing, man)
Sensimilla, sensimilla, sensimilla (Watch out)

Because burn, burn, burn
Tell dem, stop burn it down
Burn, burn, burn
Tell dem, stop burn it down

If I was the government fi Jamaica
One thing I would do, legalize ganja
Even six month give it to the farmer
Make dem send it 'round England, America
Export it go even a Canada
Then some man can buy some Land Cruiser
And inna dem bankbook a nuff-nuff dollar
Some England Pound and US Dollar
And every man a live like a big timer, that's why...

Burn, burn, burn (He-hey)
Tell dem, stop burn it down

Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh, hey
Sensi, I love my sensi
In the morning, when I rise
Ooh, ooh
I love my sensi (I love my sensi)
In the morning, yeah (Oh)
Come on, come on (Fi fi real)
There's something about the sensi I like

This anuh joke, a pure ganja me smoke
Say, me don't want no crack and we don't want no coke
This anuh joke, a pure ganja we smoke
Say, we don't want no crack, don't want no coke
If a sensimilla make we burn twenty pound (Oh)
If a bush herb we a go fling it pon the ground (Give me the coke)
Ganja is a thing me love to mi heart (Give me the coke)
I wish me and the sensimilla could never part (Give me the ganja)

Burn, burn, burn (Give me the real)
Tell dem, stop burn it down (Oh)
Burn, burn, burn
Tell dem, stop burn it down

Dem better lowe the sensimilla, make it grow 'til it red
'Cause if dem gwan burn it down, some people a go dead
Lowe the sensimilla, make it grow 'til it red
If dem gwan burn it down, some people a go dead

Ganja can grow inna St. Mary
Inna St. Catherine, and inna Trelawny
Inna the St. James Hill, and down a Westmoreland
You send it go America and inna England
And when the pound dem come down, Jah know dem strong
And make all the people dem inna we island who weak
Jah know say we get dem strong, 'cause...

Burn, burn, burn
Tell dem, stop burn it down
Burn, burn, burn (Oh)