The Weedman (feat. Stresmatic)

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, he's my friend.

The weedman, the cannibus pack,

The vegetables, the lettuce man, the hydrogen laugh

The cure, the grass, the medicine,

The farmers, the club, the growers and the citizens

The caters, the champ that amped um for the marching bands

You will wanna learn this dance,

Side to side from left to right like this wit yo hands

You one of my loyalest customers, you know I ain't gone get ya

Ima slide through there in a minute & Ima smoke somethin' witcha

This week I'm runnin' a special,

I'm tryna have my doe, this week I'm lettin' um go for like 250 a O

Some of us sellin' pills, some of us sellin' blow

Some of us got meals, & some of us is poor

Thats why I'm lettin' um go for the low

Low, duckin' & ditchin' & dodgin' the po po

Gettin' um off for cheap, no boy,

Competitors can't compete, my prices is hard to beat

Affordable tryna stay on my feet,

Shippin' & handlin', gamblin' my turkey bags don't leak

Bieeetch!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend.

On the hush hush,

The majority of the time I don't really like to flamboast to much

Cause the jealous will drop a dime & try too tell on us

In my line of work not even your bestfriend ya

Trust, thas why I always pack a 9 in case I gotta bust

Speakin' of bust I think that rhymes with cannibus

Marijawana & I'm the provider who gotta lighter

Higher & higher, the new thing is a vaporizer,

The other day ago they had to rush my folks to kaiser

Cause his heart was skippin' a beat & it was off track,

But really & truly my folks was havin' a panic attack

Everybody ain't built to reef,

But some of us smoke from the time

We wake up too the time we go to sleep

I'm on my way back from New Mexico on my 7th tank of petro

In my new school Lincoln Navi, with my decoy right behind me

Takin' the back roads, customers on hold,

Soon as I get in the city limits this sh't is good as sold

Bieeetch!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend.

UGHH! I got that white widow, that sour diesel,

Them northern lights, that kush, that afghani

That champagne, that purple haze I push.

Indoor, outdoor either or it don't matter

Smoking weed is therapuetic & healin',

Weed is a muscle relaxer.

Its more right than wrong, it helped me write this song

You might get the munchies & eat a muthafu'ka out they house & home

Alot of us smoke the hooka,

Alot of us smoke the bong,

Swisher sweets, backwoods, zig zags, or a cone

My harvest game is sick, my strains & my seeds,

My potnah got a DUI for smoking too much weed

You can look me right in the eye & tell that I'm keyed

Cataracts, cannibus card, its hard too see & read

Bieeetch!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend.