Rasta on the Bus (feat. Jah Cutta)

Parked in Toronto, in my motorhome, hanging out with a halo and two mahones Trying to get fresh on Ginger street, when I heard the reggae beat Smoke so thick I could barely see, and my old RV overflowing with pee Sweat was running down my face, when there was a bus in place And I said hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus Got hooked up by mysterio, at the Bovine Sex Club for a show Bloodshot Bill just took the stage, and I was acting half my age And I said hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on that bus It a Jah good time, make a dancing beat I told my singers, told my singers, hey man You got to make me, You got to make me Party I handle this, this party's scandalous Queen street west, taking over I'm the man for this Wham, there's a rockin' with a rockabilly beat Yea here comes Eggy, he'll get you off your seat Hey man Gotta let me in Hey man Gotta let me in Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus Ya hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on that bus