Redman - Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers lyrics

This is for all my smokers Woo, 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 Ayo, Meth, what's up, n***a? 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 guy with the cottonmouths and gla** eyes f** it, I'm that high, I'm blowing smoke clouds Got my head in the clouds, f** it, I'm that fly Doc, what's up, n***a? You know how I bust Find me drunk, f**ed up at the cannabis cup For those who don't smoke, get the middle finger up You smoke more than us, n***a, 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 Ain't nobody smoking more than me up in here Pump this sh**, 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 Ayo, bump this b**h, 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 D's in my home garage Now n***as on the block, say I'm on my job 'Cause now I rock more chains than Amistad This my entourage, this not HBO A b**h see me, she like, oh, there he go You can smoke with the bro if you got a** and nice tits But f** you with that, I'm high off of life sh** They tried to make me go to rehab, no Tell my P.O. 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 Rican that mean she off the meat rack though Look ma, I'm eating 'cause 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 boo, so when they cut I leave 'em bleeding, little swag' with some Miss Dashin' season Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here Ayo, bump this b**h, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokers Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in here Ayo, bump this b**h, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokers I got flavors, I'm major baby, send in the troops That Johnny Blaze ya, leave dashes in your Timberland boots Can't f** with haters, just mad I got a pocket of loot I'm chasing papers, y'all try'na be a rock in my shoe I'm a father, I don't drink with kids, these youngers thinking they hard I think harder than they think they is Somebody's 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 'Cause this is for all my marijuana smokers Backwoods, Swisher sweets and Dutch rollers Yeah, I pull over, start pulling out money 'Cause I buy weed like everyday 420 You know what else is 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 more than Doc up in here Ayo, bump this sh**, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokers Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here Ayo, bump this b**h, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokers