Puff she puff no bother puff
'pon Rasta
Tough she tough no bother
Puff 'pon Rasta
Puff she puff
No bother puff 'pon Rasta
Making love on hungry belly
I couldn’t cope too long
With my bare long hands
I am embarrassed most the time
But it’s not no crime
Children crying day and night
Can’t find mummy
A puff she puff no bother
Puff 'pon Rasta she puff she puff
She just a puff 'pon Rasta
She say rude
Tough she tough hard she hard
A no soft she soft
Puff she puff
She just a puff 'pon Rasta
Enough she 'nough you
Kinna 'nough 'pon Rasta
Money I Can hardly find
And white scrawl a bite
Simple things are so serious
In these time
The things that you do and
Upset some day and regret
Tough tough tough she tough
A puff she puff
No bother puff 'pon Rasta
Puffy puff
Claim she tough
She just a puff she just a
Puff 'pon Rasta
Many a times when I check
My life style
A been a living in another
Foot step of another man
I no man man a failure
She just a puff
She just a puff 'pon Rasta
She puffy puff
She claims she tough she
Just a Chuck
No bother chuck 'pon Rasta
Man find himself doing all
Manner of evil
I and I a ion’s
So no bother come gwaan
Bout you tough
A nuff you nuff
The Real Meaning Behind This Song!
To all who think this is a 'stoner tune'. This song is of the blight of a woman addicted crack, prostituting herself to feed her habit, putting on a tough front survive, and how the singer, observing her pain, could not bare to be in her position. Lets look at the lyrics:
Puff she puff
No bother puff 'pon Rasta
Making love on hungry belly
I couldn't cope too long
With my bare hands
long
I'm embarrassed most of the time
But it's not no crime
Children crying day and night
Can't find mummy
She Puff, but she doesn't puff on what Rasta smoke. She makes love on a hungry belly, no money, no food. Her children cry because mummy is working behind a street corner serving men that do all manner of evil though out the night, but she is tough and pushes on through.
Its a very dark, roots song of ghetto life in Jamaica, and tribulation caused by the Babylonian narcotic terrorism unto its people, not a happy go luck summer time pot smoking jam.
Not for nothing. ..u see roots reggae music of THIS Calibre ! ...its like a safety net for my sanity in these times ....
All whaa gwarn Ah RASTA we seh !!!!
Stick this vinyl on your turntable when no one is expecting it. Make sure it's a sunny day, every one is vibed up, and there are a few more hours of fun to come...
Hip-hop is good, but reggae music, is Iiiireee.
Yes, cocaine may blow your brain, but sinsemelia is Irie.
Yellowman there for you.
I had a collection of reggae on my original xbox when I lived in the bay area. and my neighbor knew every song word for word. he taught me the real lyrics to alot of the music I had been singing wrong. he was a true rasta. meant alot to me that he would come to me for ideas for his music. this will always remind me of those times.
i cant not walk the streets and hear the blood and tears of our people like it doesnt hurt my... my black man self, the black man pain i talk about. tired of the music i hear, tired of the trash of this babylon system.