I want Jamaican tonight Ain't no mistakin', it make me feel alright Wakin' and bakin' unitl the mornin' light Sweet hits we're taking no need to put up a fight We used to sit in circles passing the herb The code of silence in the basement so we wouldn't be heard But then the cops would show with flashlights on and bust up our scene The boys would stuff the bogue in Skateboard gloves and down in their jeans I want Morrocan tonight We won't be stoppin' unitl the mornin' light Rockin' Morrocan, just keep me rollin' all night You keep me rockin', you make me feel alright Our folks say we're dysfunctional and girls think we're nuts We like to kick it back in piece of dirt with a six pack and butts And all the locals call us freaks of nature, what can we say We got the spider sense we hear the call from miles away Who's got the herb Who's got the cheese Who's got the keys We'd roll it into y-joints with a quarter inside And rick would spark up right inside the metro lines At every stop the doors would open and smoke would pile outside We'd laugh our heads off, stumble out, our asses totally fried Who's got the herb