One, one Yaadman
One, one Rasta
On the low
All my guys
We dey flex
One time
Rasta! Who thief my lighter
My herbs and Ganja
I smell am for outside
Kalakuta
Rasta! Who thief my lighter -Rasta
My herbs and Ganja – Rasta
I smell am for that side – You be Rasta
Kalakuta – You be Rasta
Yaadman mana I dey my element
Everyday we get give dem merriment
Rasta say e thief my Indo
Who ah go call I no fit call Popo
On a low
Boys dem baza pon a low
Ebelebe dem burn Gelato
Thief my pack and e follow window
Only only Jah know
Make me holla say
Rasta! Who thief my lighter
My herbs and Ganja
I smell am for outside
Kalakuta
Rasta! Who thief my lighter – Rasta
My herbs and Ganja – Rasta
I smell am for that side- You be Rasta
Kalakuta – You be Rasta
(Sax plays)
Rasta- Who thief my lighter
My herbs and Ganja
I smell am for outside
Kalakuta
Rasta- Who thief my lighter
My herbs and Ganja
I smell am for that side
Kalakuta