Ready now
Mi ready now
Mi ready now
Too much white snow, give them that hype flow
Mek the youths dem brain a trackle slow joe
Give dem that green grass, never surpass
For my future, my present and the past
Give me a pound, make me cut it up, cut it up
Pass it around, let me load me cup, load me cup
Red gold and green full me dutchie up, dutchie up
While the army green full me cutchie up, cutchie up
Archie come in mek we take a sup
Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe
Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious
The few them that love us, some already curious
Enthusiasm fills my cup
Makes me wanna chant from dawn till dusk
Too much white snow, give dem a hype flow
Mek dem youths a brain a trackle slow
Give dem that green grass, never surpass
For my future, my present and the past
Give dem that green grass
Give dem that green grass
Give me a pound, make me cut it up, cut it up
Pass it around, let me load me cup, load me cup
Red gold and green full me dutchie up, dutchie up
While the army green full me cutchie up, cutchie up
Archie come in mek we take a sup
Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe
Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious
The few them that love us, some already curious
If dem nuh stop cut down all the herb fields
We burning all the cane fields, let they feel how the pain feels
Seasonal shipments of banana, dem naw free up Jah marijuana
Need at least a pound pon every corner, yeah
Mi hear dem a plan fi gang Jah
Hear dem dirty plans Jah
Lightening and thunder cause the wicket burns a sunder
Too much white snow, Rasta say no, Rasta say no
Too much white snow, give them that hype flow
Mek the youths dem brain a trackle slow joe
Give dem that green grass, never surpass
For my future, my present and the past
Give me a pound, make me cut it up, cut it up
Pass it around, let me load me cup, load me cup
Red gold and green full me dutchie up, dutchie up
While the army green full me cutchie up, cutchie up
Archie come in mek we take a sup
Down pon di scene we chant reggae in Europe
Wicked hear dem vibes yah dem get furious
The few them that love us, some already curious
Bring out the best in me
Smoke till mi old, it never stress me
So move with you white snow and you ecstasy
Rasta no want dem ting beside a mi
Dem come a Curefest, dem bring the best for me
Give me the more, no less for me
A me name the Cure straight west for me
Orange Hill, Orange Hill, a deh so me chill
Too much white snow
Too much white snow
Give me a pound, make me cut it up, cut it up
Pass it around, let me load me cup, load me cup
Red gold and green full me dutchie up, dutchie up
While the army green full me cutchie up, cutchie up
Too much white snow