We grow it, we pick it, we dry it, we clip it
We roll it, we light it, we smoke it, we like it, oh yeah

We like the bands with the good riffs
We like to roll up a big spliff
We like watchin the sunset
While the waves get our feet wet
Keepin the bond with the boys tight
So we can put up the good fight
Keep jamming into the mics
So we can groove all through the night

We grow it, we pick it, we dry it, we clip it
We roll it, we light it, we smoke it, we like it, oh yeah

We like the hash from Morocco
We like the red hair in Mexico
For dirt weed we aint payin
It's the chronic we be chasin
We like the thai-stick from Asia
The dank, from Humboldt California
We like the café in Amsterdam
Where we smoke till we can't stand

We grow it, we pick it, we dry it, we clip it
We roll it, we light it, we smoke it, we like it, oh yeah

Gotta love the Mother Nature
Gotta give it up to Mighty Jah
Given thoughts to the Buddha
Love and peace it will sooth yah
Respect the ones that made yah
They the only ones who will save yah
Remember life when you're breathin
You never know when it shall end

We grow it, we pick it, we dry it, we clip it
We roll it, we light it, we smoke it, we like it, oh yeah