Method Man, Redman - Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers lyrics

"This is for, all my smokers"
Whoo, one more
Just keep the thing at the end of it
Alright, give me one more time
On the count of three
1, 2, 3 "This is for, all my smokers"
Yo, ya'll done made the album
You heard Yes sir
"This is for, all my smokers"
"This is for, all my smokers" hahaha
Yo aiyo, Meth, what's up, nigga?

Doc, what's really good?
Got that bush and that Backwood
Light up in any hood
Yup, I'm that hood, my brother
Love me some Cali kush
Never thought that little bush in that
Baggie would have me hooked
I'm a pothead, everyone look
And point your fingers at the bad guys


With the cottonmouths and glass eyes
Huh, fuck it, I'm that high
I'm blowing smoke clouds
Got my head in the clouds, fuck it
I'm that fly doc, what's up, nigga?

Yo, you know how I bust
Find me drunk, fucked up at the Cannabis Cup
For those who don't smoke
Get the middle finger up
You smoke more than us, nigga
It's beginner's luck
My truck, ride with 5-0 eyes on it
It's like the blunt
When you ain't got five on it
I challenge any opponent, who wanna smoke?
We can puff til our voice
Get lower than Tone Loc, like

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yo, ain't nobody smoking more than
Me up in here aiyo, pump this shit, you get
High off this here, because
"This is for, all my smokers"
I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody smoking more than
Meth up in here
Aiyo, bump this, bitch, you get
High off this here, because
"This is for, all my smokers"

Yo, I'm like oh my God, oh my God
I start growing sour dies' in my home garage
Now niggas on the block, say I'm on my job
Cuz now I rock more chains than Amistad
This my 'entourage', this not HBO
A bitch see me, she like, oh there he go
You can smoke with the bro
If you got ass and nice tit's
But fuck you, with that
I'm 'high off of life' shit

They tried to make me go to rehab, no
Tell my PO that I ain't
Trying let the weed bag, go
You can catch me in the whip
Pushing the seats back slow
My chick's a Vegan, that mean
She off the meat rack, though
Look ma, I'm eating
Cuz when it's time to get that dough
I sink my teeth in
And turn around and spit that flow
They call me beasting, I monster the booth
So in the cut
I leave 'em bleeding, little swag'
With some Miss Dashing season

I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody smoking more than
Meth up in here
Aiyo, bump this, bitch, you get
High off this here, because
"This is for, all my smokers"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yo, ain't nobody smoking more than
Doc up in here aiyo, pump this shit, you get
High off this here, because
"This is for, all my smokers"

I got flavors, I major, baby
Send in the troops that Johnny Blaze ya
Leave dashes in your Timberland boots
Can't fuck with haters
Just mad I got a pocket of loot
I'm chasing papers
Ya'll tryna be a rock in my shoe
I'm a father, I don't drink with kids
These youngins thinking they hard
I think harder than they think they is
I'm bout as proper as my English is
And hope I did my thing
Before I die, for the things I did

Everybody light it up and smoke with your man
And cigarette smokers, change ya game plan
Cuz this is for all my, marijuana smokers
Backwoods, Swisher sweets, and Dutch rollers
Yeah, I pull over, start pulling out money
Cuz I buy weed like everyday 420
You know what else funny
I found was so gutter
I'm Cheech and Chong brother
Just got different mothers

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yo, don't nobody smoke like Doc up in here
Aiyo, pump this shit, you get
High off this here, because
"This is for, all my smokers"
I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody smoking more than
Meth up in here
Aiyo, bump this, bitch, you get
High off this here, because
"This is for, all my smokers"