Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!
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Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend. [x2]
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[Verse 1:]
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The weedman, the cannibus pack, the vegetables, the lettuce man, the hydrogen laugh,
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the cure, the grass, the medicine, the farmers, the club, the growers and the citizens.
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The caters, the champ that amped um for the marching bands.
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You will wanna learn this dance, side to side from left to right like this wit yo hands.
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You one of my loyalest customers, you know I ain't gone get ya,
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Ima slide through there in a minute & Ima smoke somethin' witcha.
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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.
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Some of us sellin' pills, some of us sellin' blow.
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Some of us got meals, & some of us is poor.
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Thats why I'm lettin' um go for the low low, duckin' & ditchin' & dodgin' the po po.
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Gettin' um off for cheap, no boy, competitors can't compete, my prices is hard to beat,
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affordable tryna stay on my feet, shippin' & handlin', gamblin' my turkey bags don't leak.
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Bieeetch!
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Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!
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Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend. [x2]
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[Verse 2:]
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On the hush hush, the majority of the time I don't really like to flamboast to much,
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cause the jealous will drop a dime & try too tell on us.
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In my line of work not even your bestfriend ya trust, thas why I always pack a 9 in case I gotta bust,
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speakin' of bust I think that rhymes with cannibus.
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Marijawana & I'm the provider who gotta lighter.
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Higher & higher, the new thing is a vaporizer, the other day ago they had to rush my folks to kaiser,
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cause his heart was skippin' a beat & it was off track, but really & truly my folks was havin' a panic attack.
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Everybody ain't built to reef, but some of us smoke from the time we wake up too the time we go to sleep.
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I'm on my way back from New Mexico on my 7th tank of petro,
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in my new school Lincoln Navi, with my decoy right behind me,
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takin' the back roads, customers on hold, soon as I get in the city limits this sh't is good as sold.
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Bieeetch!
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Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!
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Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend. [x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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UGHH! I got that white widow, that sour diesel, them northern lights, that kush, that afghani,
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that champagne, that purple haze I push. Indoor, outdoor either or it don't matter,
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smoking weed is therapuetic & healin', weed is a muscle relaxer. Its more right than wrong, it helped me write this song.
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You might get the munchies & eat a muthafu'ka out they house & home.
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Alot of us smoke the hooka, alot of us smoke the bong, swisher sweets, backwoods, zig zags, or a kong.
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My harvest game is sick, my strains & my seeds, my potnah got a DUI for smoking too much weed,
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you can look me right in the eye & tell that I'm keyed.
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Cataracts, cannibus card, its hard too see & read.
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Bieeetch!
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Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!
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Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend. [x2]
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The Weedman
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