Mr Nice

Meet my mate mister Marks he's making it clear

It's mister Nice to be polite when you're carrying gear

Where? Anywhere I travel get the idea

It's me my piece of dope I hope to toke with no fear

I steer with ma beer good times in sight

Fight for the right to be as high as a kite

It's a ganja thing roll up and then sing

I'm gonna free the weed one day when you know that we're controlling

I had a dope in Dublin the Guardian no troubling

A piece of pot in Paris that keep my bong a bubblin

In Berlin I'm burning a bloody big bong

The reefer in Ibiza they got the shit, it's going on

The lumps in Lyon. I buy a block in Bordeaux

I went to Belfast on the plane and had a spliff to go (you know)

Glasgow glows and London, them start to roll

Gonna free the weed when we have got control

'Meet my mate Mr Marks, he's making it clear

It's Mr Nice to be polite when you're carrying gear'

I had a joint in Jo'burg with an African brother

Around the world in eighty joints all the ganja lovers

Got tripped out in Trinidad all the spliff that we had

It was given as a gift so we got to be glad

Fucked up in Frankfurt up to no good

Bought a bit of black turned out to be wood, (it's no good)

Understood, the shit that we grow

We got to free the weed one day we 'd take control

A touch in Argentina, Tokyo was meaner

Got to Perth and couldn't believe the grass was much greener

I met a man in a bar in LA, here's a star

Sold be a sample from the back of his car

I'm of to Ottawa on a hot pot trail

So much for sale I got a mission can't fail

Let us wail against the war, what war? The reefer I roll

We'll free the weed one day when we take control

The aroma in Barcelona, what we did in Madrid

The Reeferbhan made e act like a kid

In Amsterdam got a gram of skunk

In Sydney got mash up and in Melbourne I sunk

Ain't wrong so bad you tell me that I must be mad

The shit that you be giving me the best you've never had

So sad, so sad you don't know how we roll

I got to free the weed one day when we have got control

Meet my mate Mr Marks, He's making it clear

It's Mr Nice to be polite when you're carrying gear

Where? Anywhere I travel get the idea

It's me my piece of dope I hope to toke with no fear

I steer with my beer good time in sight

Fight for the right to be as high as a kite

It's a ganga thing, roll up and then sing

We'll free the weed one day...

Mr Nice

Lyrics: JC001