Teshie Homowo 2022 Latest Jama Songs - Daadaa Yohane, Kane, Pot, Vuvuzela, Azin Kotoku

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Комментарии • 10

  • @_onerealemoji_1533
    @_onerealemoji_1533 2 года назад +2

    Vuvuzela is my main plug ❤❤😢😢

  • @ekowvilasmens
    @ekowvilasmens 2 года назад +7

    How beautiful!!
    Oh youth of today, please let not western influence from your education undermine the strength of your culture.

  • @comforttsotsoashidam5461
    @comforttsotsoashidam5461 2 года назад +4

    Good Teshie festival no size

  • @originator42
    @originator42 2 года назад +3

    Looking forward to this year's kpaashimo

  • @sabrinabob4227
    @sabrinabob4227 2 года назад +5

    I love this guy vuvuzela 😍😍😍😍😍😘😘

  • @christianaboatemaa7392
    @christianaboatemaa7392 2 года назад +3

    Can’t wait 🔥🔥🔥🔥

  • @TomZart
    @TomZart 2 года назад +2

    POT FARMER DANCE SONG **
    I got out my pipe stuffed it with pot
    You better believe it held a whole lot.
    I whipped out a lighter thumbed up a flame
    Sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.
    I tried alcohol smoked cigarettes
    They did nothing but give me regrets.
    My mom had arthritis could not walk around
    I rolled her a joint she danced on the ground.
    I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack
    After I smoked some to me it came back.
    Soon I decided prices were high
    I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.
    I bargained for seeds from smokers all around
    Got in my truck and drove out of town.
    I walked through the woods where wild birds nest
    Found me the meadow I thought was the best.
    I dug up the ground sowed all my seeds
    Said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.
    I watered at night with a five-gallon pail
    Mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.
    Seven months went by; I thought I would die
    Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.
    At night I went out, in a camouflage suit
    Used my corn knife to chop down the loot.
    I hung it up to dry where it couldn’t be found.
    Came back and got it, when it had turned brown.
    I trimmed off the buds, stuffed them in bags
    Called all my friends and passed out free drags.
    In less than a week my crop was gone
    I flew to St. Thomas with a love hungry blonde!!
    By Kansas City Poet Tom Zart
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  • @CamillaAngela-s6d
    @CamillaAngela-s6d 3 дня назад

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  • @moneybagjordan75
    @moneybagjordan75 2 года назад +3

    When is the date