Rastaman
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I was walking in the city of gold
Didn't know what to do
Trying to find a gang called "Old Man Dog"
Because my pocket was empty that's a bad mind
When thinking of this joy when I could be on the sand
To chill in big hotels but the hottest sunshine
I made this my neighborhood just getting my goal
But I was meeting easy people just like on the beach
But I got up by all my cousin my ghetto blaster
Rasta man, Rasta man
Easy Rasta man Rasta
Rasta man
I was walking in the city of gold
Didn't know what to do
Trying to find a gang called "Old Man Dog"
Because my pocket was empty that's a bad mind
When thinking of this joy when I could be on the sand
To chill in big hotels but the hottest sunshine
I made this my neighborhood just getting my goal
But I was meeting easy people just like on the beach
But I got up by all my cousin my ghetto blaster
Back then I was a kid and a great home guard
I wasn't knowing rap because we had a skateboard
What joy I could make from there I wasn't naked
But still I made a gun and I always know
I just wanted a boat to get some great girl
What did I know it was a cop say he is a danger
So then I could be found at the police station
To model a death and live
Rasta man, Rasta man
Easy Rasta man Rasta
Rasta man
Back then I was a kid and a great home guard
I wasn't knowing rap because we had a skateboard
What joy I could make from there I wasn't naked
But still I made a gun and I always know
I just wanted a boat to get some great girl
What did I know it was a cop say he is a danger
So then I could be found at the police station
To model a death and live
To model a death and live
Chill all day
To model a death and live
Chill all day
To model a death and live
Chill all day
To model a death and live
Chill all day