Ganja Smugglin
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Biddy biddy bong bong

Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
Me na me girl name Jane

Bang bang biddy bong bong

Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where sufferation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
Mummy jus' a bawl "poor, poor, poor", me cry, she seh "son cry no more"
Bang bang biddy bong bong

Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
Me na me girl name Jane

Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where tribulation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
Mama tell me "nah rob drug store, police beat yuh, mek yu back sore, ey "





Bang bang biddy bong bong

Overall Meaning

The song "Ganja Smugglin" by Eek-a-Mouse tells the story of a man who smuggles marijuana from Jamaica to Spain for profit. The song starts with the singer describing his early Sunday morning routine of going to a secluded area to pick the best marijuana buds and then loading them onto the van. He repeats “Biddy Biddy Bong Bong” throughout the song, which represents the sound of him packing up the marijuana buds. He then proceeds to put the buds on the plane, and as the plane takes off, he watches the money pour in like rain. He then acknowledges his wealth and power by saying he walks down the lane in a rolled gold chain and has no girlfriend to share his wealth.


In the second and third verse, he mentions his poverty-stricken past, where he had to sleep on the floor, and his shoes would tear up, leaving his toes to show. The storm would come, and he would have to nail up his window. He then flashes back to his mother telling him not to resort to robbing drug stores and being beaten up by the police, which indicates a moral dilemma for the singer.


Line by Line Meaning

Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
The singer describes a large-scale operation to smuggle marijuana that takes place in the early hours of a Sunday morning.


Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top
The singer describes picking the highest quality marijuana buds from the dirt and loading them onto a van.


One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
The singer is loading the van with marijuana one by one until it is full.


Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
The artist sends the smuggled marijuana to Spain by putting it on a plane.


Money jus' a pour like rain
The artist is making a lot of money from the smuggling operation.


Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
The singer is flaunting their wealth by strolling down the lane wearing a gold chain.


Me na me girl name Jane
The singer is not in a relationship with a girl named Jane.


Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where sufferation I once know, ey
The artist reminisces about their past struggles living in the ghetto.


Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
The artist and their family were so poor that they had to sleep on the floor.


Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me window
The artist had to nail up their window during a storm to keep it from blowing in.


Mummy jus' a bawl "poor, poor, poor", me cry, she seh "son cry no more"
The singer's mother is crying and calling them poor, but she tells them to stop crying.


Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where tribulation I once know, ey
The artist once again reflects on the difficulties they faced living in the ghetto.


Mama tell me "nah rob drug store, police beat yuh, mek yu back sore, ey "
The singer's mother warns them against robbing a drug store, as it would result in a beating by the police and a sore back.




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Written by: HENRY LAWES, RIPTON HYLTON

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