País da Ganja

In Rio it's easy to find, there's no shortage of mouths
To smoke, to buy, to say where to buy
In Bahia without hurry, without press, the little paper
It's like a lottery ticket, the seller says it brings luck

If you smoke Minas, the Horizon becomes Beautiful
In Brasília, Pakalolo is strong like a mushroom
In Cuiabá, the Bush is Big, fragrant and mentholated
And Tocantins deserves Applause for all it has planted
In Belém, those who smoke don't want to stop
They'll only stop in Curitiba, they'll need a Macapá
Amapá women get happy smoking from Maranhão
They receive the blessing of São Luiz

In Rondônia, the Port is Old, but the ganja is new
I saw the Amazon women smoking in Manaus
To get in Aracaju was a big trip
Couldn't even go by car, had to go by Sergipe
In Piauí, I fell in love with Teresina
Mischievous girl with resin fingers
Went to Paraíba to smoke with João Pessoa
The old man with the jokes
I traveled, sailed through Rio Grande do Norte
They told me that in Christmas is when it gets strong
I traveled, sailed through Rio Grande do Sul
Anchored in Porto Alegre with Kush and Red Bull

It's the joint, it's the blunt, it's the stick
It's the herb, it's the tea, it's the good stuff
It's the pipe, it's the pink mango of bronze
It's from the clone, it's a cone, it's just a thin one
It's wild, wicked, rotten wood
It's the ganjah, it's the candle, it's the white, the green
It's wood, Mary, the bang, mary jane
Take a hit, at the tip of the green

It's the joint, it's the blunt, it's the stick
It's the herb, it's the tea, it's the good stuff
It's the pipe, it's the pink mango of bronze
It's from the clone, it's a cone, it's just a thin one
It's wild, wicked, rotten wood
It's the ganjah, it's the candle, it's the white, the green
It's wood, Mary, it's the bang, mary jane
Take a hit, at the tip of the green

Why in Mato Grosso do Sul they say the Field is Big
Tried to light up in São Paulo and got filmed on TV
Goiás has Goiânia, has sensimilla on the track
Took a hit in Roraima to make Boa Vista
In Maceió Alagoas with hybrid plantations
Hard to find, the owners are shy
Ceará, how cool, how nice, how beautiful
You find the good stuff hidden in Fortaleza
In Acre I dreamt of Rio Branco, guess who
White widow raining THC
Woke up in Recife, Pernambuco of life
Because I smoked with Vitória already in departure mood
In Floripa light, the breeze takes me
Because Catarina is Saint, but doesn't deny a hit
The island no one beats from the pressed to the top shelf
The press is Paraguayan and the joints from Amsterdam
Ganja Man keeps faith for legalization
Worker is 1, 2 just to lower the tension
MC stoner says it gives inspiration
And several girls who smoke swear it gives arousal
They say it messes with memory, hmm and then?
If one day I forget the lyrics, help me keep going on the freestyle
For those who travel in the smoke, I made this humble tribute
Stay alert with the cops and peace on your journey

It's the joint, it's the blunt, it's the stick
It's the herb, it's the tea, it's the good stuff
It's the pipe, it's the pink mango of bronze
It's from the clone, it's a cone, it's just a thin one
It's wild, wicked, rotten wood
It's the ganjah, it's the candle, it's the white, the green
It's wood, Mary, it's the bang, mary jane
Take a hit, at the tip of the green