Ganja Babe Lyrics - Songs From The Front Porch - Michael Franti

I want to make it slow 

Sensemille 

I want to make it slow 

Make me feel ya 

Heavy medicine 

ya see my eyes are feeling red again 

I'm bringin' light 

like Thomas funky Edison 

been in the desert for forty seven days 

Purple Haze 

the poison that I tasted never changed 

turn up the woofers so I can feel the beat 

vibrate my belly like a bomb in harmony 

summer heat 

my back is sticking to me to the seat 

bare feet 

tank top and shorts is all ya need 

summer breeze 

I'm feelin' kinda fine 

I'm rollin with my shorty all the time 

wind and grind lovely shake your behind 

cinnamon skin be bringing sin to my mind 

but whether or not the weather's hot 

or the weather's cold 

I'm wrapping her like a blanket with my whole soul 

so that she can feel me 

like Coca Cola I'm the woo-o-oh oh the sweet thing 

my girl lollipop she growing mad crops 

she rollin' herbs everyday 

at about 4 o' clock 

tick tock 

strike the hammer while the Iron's hot 

ooh girl watcha got cooking in the pot 

see Mary Mary quite contrary 

how does your garden grow? 

Hydrophonic ultra supersonic 

or does it grow naturally slow? 

(Chorus) 

Ganja babe my sweet ganja babe 

I love tha way ya love me and the way ya misbehavin' 

ganja babe my sweet ganja babe 

come wake body-ody take my mind away 

Everybody get down and do the boogaloo 

just like the cover of I want you 

yoo hooo look watcha gonna do 

watcha gonna do when the rent comes due 

round up the posse and call up the crew 

5 bucks at the door and ya bring ya own booze 

call ya neighbor 'cause they can come too 

be sure and bring ya records 'cause I only got a few 

so baa baa black sheep have you any wool 

yes sir, yes sir a nickle bagful 

one for my partner one for my crew 

some for my ganja baby she needs 2 

'cause just like me they want to be... cool