Devil Went Down To Jamaica lyrics

The devil went to Jamaica, he was lookin` to sell some weed,
He was doin` fine, they were standin` in line, it was excellent weed indeed,
When he came across this young man who likewise peddlin` pot,
And the devil slid down the beach to the kid and said `Boy let me tell you what`

`I guess you kinda` figured I`m a reefer head of course,
And after all this time I guess that I`m a connoisseur of sorts.
Now your stuff smells ok, but this could tranqulize a horse.
I bet a million in cash against your stash, cause I think mines better than yours.`+

The boy said `My name`s Johnny, and you ain`t smoked nothing yet.
One hit of this grass`ll kick your ass, you got yourself a bet.`

Chorus:

Johnny roll a ball of hash, and make sure it`s the bomb,
Cause the devil`s got the kind of stuff they smoked in Veitnam,
You`ll get a million smackeroos in cash if you can cope,
But if you can`t, the devil gets your dope...

The devil packed a bong with a little Aculpulco Gold,
And resin flew from his fingertips as he fired up his bowl.
He filled that chamber all the way, and he took a mighty hit.
As they passed it back and forth, it gave em both a coughing fit.

(Coughing) ...Damn....

When the bowl was finished, Johnny said `Hey man that stuff was great,
But fill your lungs with some of this, and prepare to vegitate.

Chorus 2:

Cannabis, Sativa, Sweet Mary Jane,
The devil`s in the back yard fryin` his brain.
Zig-Zag filled with the diggety dank,
Hold on tight it`ll hit you like a tank.

The devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned,
And he asked if he could buy an ounce of the stuff that Johnny owned.
Johnny said `Devil just come on back if you ever want catch a buzz.
I done told you once you son of a bitch, Mine`s the best there ever was.`

And they...
Fired up doobies one by one...
ain`ta gonna stop till the bag is done...
Green as a bullfrog, sticky as glue...
Granny do you get high, `Yes i do..`
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