E-40, Stresmatic - The Weedman lyrics

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 limit's
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 it's 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
It's 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