Mr. Officer I can't lie
You done smell it inna me clothes
And see the red inna me eye, eye
You don't need to search me
If a di ganja u want
As u tek it whe
I'm gonna look another draw

I've got weed on me
And it's clear to see
Even if you lock me up and throw away the key
As you bree me up I'm gonna pick another tree
I've got weed on me
You can see it in my eyes
I smoke to meditate
Mi naah try to get high

Then now come
Ganja man a mek cell block overload
When so much man kill man a road
Mr. Officer u know say a true
You have whole heap a better things fi go do
One likkle spliff and u say mi bruck the code
Suppose u see me when the chalice dem a load
Then when u go home u change u uniform
You bun u spliff wrap up inna vanilla blunt

I've got weed on me
And it's clear to see
Even if you lock me up and throw away the key
As you bree me up I'm gonna pick another tree
I've got weed on me
You can see it in my eyes
I smoke to meditate
Mi naah try to get high

Mi nuh bright and mi nuh feisty, mi nuh fearless
But this a mi explanation in all bareness
Mi couldn't just dash whe the highest of highest
Mek it worse the grades me a bun a di dearest
A likkle reasoning mi nah diss di ting mi nu indiscipline
Gimme a listening ear
Me could a try tek you fi fool and gwan like say it nuh deh near
When the smell tun up loud innna di air

I've got weed on me
And it's clear to see
Even if you lock me up and throw away the key
As you bree me up I'm gonna pick another tree
I've got weed on me
You can see it in my eyes
I smoke to meditate
Mi naah try to get high

Mr. Officer I can't lie
You done smell it inna me clothes
And see the red inna me eye, eye
You don't need to search me
If a di ganja u want
As u tek it whe
I'm gonna look another draw

I've got weed on me
And it's clear to see
Even if you lock me up and throw away the key
As you bree me up I'm gonna pick another tree
I've got weed on me
You can see it in my eyes
I smoke to meditate
Mi naah try to get high

Then now come
Ganja man a mek cell block overload
When so much man kill man a road
Mr. Officer u know say a true
You have whole heap a better things fi go do
One likkle spliff and u say mi bruck the code
Suppose u see me when the chalice dem a load
Then when u go home u change u uniform
You bun u spliff wrap up inna vanilla blunt

I've got weed on me