Ganja Smugglin'
The Expendables Lyrics


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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 Expendables' song Ganja Smugglin' tells the story of a ganja smuggler who goes through the ghetto to pick up some kali bud and smuggle it out of the country. The lyrics describe the early morning when he loads up his van with the potent marijuana and puts it on a plane to Spain, where he makes a lot of money from the illegal trade. He is living the high life, with a rolled gold chain around his neck and no worries except for the possibility of getting caught by the police.


However, the song also portrays the reality of the life in the ghetto, where the smuggler grew up in poverty with his family, sleeping on the floor and struggling to get by. They had to face storms and other difficulties, but his mother always tried to keep his spirits up and stop him from turning to crime. The song seems to be a commentary on the reality of life in the ghetto and the lure of the easy money promised by drug smuggling.


Overall, the song tells a story of contrasts between the high life of a ganja smuggler and the difficult reality of life in the ghetto. It also comments on the social and economic conditions that lead people to get involved in the illegal drug trade.


Line by Line Meaning

Biddy biddy bong bong
Just a repetitive phrase for rhythm and style


Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
I participated in a large operation smuggling marijuana early on a Sunday


Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top
I picked fresh marijuana buds in the muddy ground and loaded them on top of the van


One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
We loaded the van with marijuana, one by one, until it was full to the brim


Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
We put the marijuana on a plane to send it to Spain


Money jus' a pour like rain
We made a lot of money, and it poured in like rain


Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
I walked up the lane comfortably wearing a gold chain


Me na me girl name Jane
I don't have a girlfriend named Jane


Bang bang biddy bong bong
Just a repetitive phrase for rhythm and style


Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where sufferation I once know, ey
I went to the ghetto where I used to experience hardship and suffering


Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
My parents and I were so poor that we had to sleep on the floor


Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me window
During a storm, the wind blew down my door, and I had to nail up my window


Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
My shoes were torn up, and I didn't know where to go


Mummy jus' a bawl "poor, poor, poor", me cry, she seh "son cry no more"
My mother was crying and saying we were poor, but she told me not to cry anymore


Bang bang biddy bong bong
Just a repetitive phrase for rhythm and style


Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where tribulation I once know, ey
I went to the ghetto where I used to experience hardship and tribulation


Mama tell me "nah rob drug store, police beat yuh, mek yu back sore, ey "
My mother advised me not to rob a drug store, as the police would beat me and make my back sore




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Written by: HENRY LAWES, RIPTON HYLTON

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Comments from YouTube:

Ryan b

Just saw them a few days ago, and they played this song, one of my all time favorites

iChaos

One of the best covers ever!! So well done musically and vocally!!

frankiethetankie

damn give props to this guitar player. you dont hear sick lines like that in a reggae band but he tears it up

iloveken222

i love that whenever i come to stoner related videos on youtube, everyone is so peaced out :) makes me proud.

HeightsLiveTv

THIS IS A FANTASTIC COVER OF EEK A MOUSE"S GANJA SMUGGLING!!!!! i just heard about this band today. loving life right now.

Chad Heydt

Love the heaviness of these guys.... I am a psychedelic metal reggae acoustic country guy so this is awesome

Kathryn Griffith

Everytime I listen to one of the Expendables songs.... They never fail to amaze me.... SOO GREAT!! <3333

Joel Perez, Jr

Its like 2 in the morning , I'm rocking around the house with headphones on high AF trying not to wake my fiancee lmao

Mr swishaDank

Jk hope life doin you well homie!

Mr swishaDank

He don’t have a fiancé no more

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