Rizla - Jacob Banks

Yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah

180, I drive it like a stoner

Her calm can’t tame me

Mister Morgan’s got me jaded

You know I like to speak and act tough

Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta

Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha

But I still taste you on my tongue

Maybe there’s four or five

Around you, out my mind (Yeah), hmm

Maybe there’s flashing lights

Oh, help me escape myself, oh, oh, oh

But you know I like to speak and act tough

Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta

Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha

But I still taste you on my tongue, hmm

Run for cover

Red jacket it’s just Thriller

I know the flavor, uh

Blue magic, you’re my dealer

You know I like to speak and act tough

Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta

Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha

But I still taste you on my tongue, hmm

Maybe there’s four or five

Around you, out my mind (Yeah), hmm

Maybe there’s flashing lights

Oh, help me escape myself, oh, oh, oh

But you know I like to speak and act tough

Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta

Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha

But I still taste you on my tongue, hmm

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Taste you on my tongue

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Taste you on my tongue, baby

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Taste you on my tongue, baby

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Baby, baby, baby, oh no

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Yeah, you know I like to speak up and act tough

Rizla and rasta

Cho-cha and cha-cha

Taste you on my tongue