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XV & THE SQUARIANS : Ganja And Pasta lyrics

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XV & THE SQUARIANS lyrics : "Ganja And Pasta"

What's that sound? The awesome sound?

Yea, awesome sound, what's this?

Ganja and pasta
Smoke like rastas
And live like mobsters ^!$$%


Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters

(Yea we) Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
We got that ganja and pasta, ganja and pasta


I said it's awesome you're a rasta for this beat cuz it's a monster
Ganja and pasta, a few shots of vodka
Girls, see yall teaming, wanna hop up on our rasta

So Dizzy grab that drink and put them hoes up in the casa
I make a living off of killing beats, doctor
Now put this in your headphones and watch it change your posture

Impostors, got us fighting in the streets, Blanca
You just a single player in this game, boy Contra
Jungle where we from but we're living like mobsters

My team going green, blowing stinky like uh
Love like loyalty, over all things
If you ^!$$%s know the motto then you know that's my team


Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters

Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Ganja and pasta, ganja and pasta


Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters

Ganja and pasta, ganja and pasta

I roam through Jamaica, Christmas trees in Sicily

They know I'm nice, chicks want just to get with me
Roam through Jamaica, Christmas trees in Sicily
They know I'm nice, chicks want just to get with me

Roam through Jamaica, Christmas trees in Sicily
Roam through Jamaica, Christmas trees in Sicily
Roam through Jamaica, roam through Jamaica

Roam, roam, roam, roam, roam through Jamaica
They know I'm nice, chicks want just to get with me
Trina with the mask on, iron with the trickery

The squares hit the sight two teams officially
Taking out the game, balls go over heads
Like you take em to the plane, you ain't in the lane

Not from the gutter but the pin game the same
X told me not to spare, I had to beat em out the fray
Joey said woa, Betty's bout to blow

Today's a hurricane, and yesterday I gave em snow
Also blew the roof off, I had to save the flow
Good fellas with good fella, yall ^!$$%s better know


Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters

Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Ganja and pasta, ganja and pasta


Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters

Ganja and pasta, ganja and pasta

Smoke like a rasta, live like a mobster

Real monsters, you could call me Hoffa
My ^!$$% J keeping Michael Bay, hella choppers
So that 9 stay on the block like he parker

Where you think says, bad he's got his name from
Where you think deuce 1 got the game from?
Found some kush and like Whoopi when the spray guns

Cause I don't got no sisters that act
So they don't play none
See what we started, smoking that olive garden

Bong made of glass, your %#@! is plastic like Dolly pardon
I beg your pardon, my coshure accepting losses
Now we on that finally level my ^!$$%, we bosses

Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters

Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Ganja and pasta, ganja and pasta

Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters

Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Smoke like rastas, live like mobsters
Ganja and pasta, ganja and pasta

So let me bring something down with the Squarian ritual

You know what I mean?
Like one thing that we do in the game of chamber when we, when we have, you know?
A nice gentlemen meal like some pasta
You gotta roll a jet, a'ight?
And then we we're sitting there watching Marley

And the awesome sound was like man
We might as well living that ganja and pasta life
I was like alright, for no reason

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