John Holt - Менты на вертолете | Текст песни

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• John Holt
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Yes boss, yes boss, yes boss, yes boss...

Police in helicopter, a search fi marijuana.
Police man in d streets, searching fi collie weed.
Soldiers in d field, burnin d collie weed.
But if you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
Soldier in d herb field, burnin d collie weed.
Police in helicopter, a search fi marijuana.
Police man in d streets, searching fi collie weed.
But if you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
Ohh

Police in helicopter, a search fi marijuana.
Police man in d streets, searching fi collie weed.
Police men in d fields, burnin d collie weed.
But if you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.

We don't trouble your banana, we don't trouble your corn.
We don't trouble your pimento, we don't trouble you at all.

So if you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
Woyy

Police in helicopter, a search fi marijuana.
Police man in d streets, searching fi collie weed.
Police man in d fields, woy yoooow, burnin d collie weed.
But if you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
If you continue to burn up d herbs, we gonna burn down d cane fields.
Oyyy