Y'all know who I is
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Marijuana Man!
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Yaowa
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[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
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Ok, I got the best pot in town
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But before you get with me, boy
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I want you to shop around
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So when you come back this way
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You know you dealing with that piff
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I'm a king of the spliffs
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No ands, buts or ifs
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It's them magazine haze from down MIA
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I got 5 G's a P, don't worry what I pay
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Put your 20a¢æ©÷s in a bag
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Slide your 50a¢æ©÷s in a jar
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Made niggas could move hundreds
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If they hustled up to par
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I drive a nice car off the strength of that plant
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Just breaking up a bud'll have your fingers all damp
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I'm Ray? treated like dope
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And have my shit stamped
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Call it [?] everything I love all you need is one bud
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To fuck up your camp
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On the grind all the time
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Y'all be knowing my steez
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Environmentalists be hating how I'm moving them trees
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But I can't stop, that pot keep knots in my pocket
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Unless I get shot or knocked, y'all not gon knock it
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Who I'm is?
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[Hook: x2]
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Marijuana man, high as a Marley man
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20 in my right, nice philly in my other hand
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I'm a hustle man, I'm just tryna double, man
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Stack a couple hundred grand
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Keep everybody puffing man
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[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
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I got it all colors
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What kind of smoke are you trying to do?
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Looking for something sweet and smooth?
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Right this way: I'll show you them blues
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The best part about this, go ahead and toss it on that scale
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That this only a.7, this bud is puffy as hell
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Want something a little stronger?
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I got something that'll hurt you
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Follow me over here a¢æ¡° see that right there?
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Yeah, that's that purple
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The bud's a little tighter
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And I"m sure you're smelling fumes
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It tastes just like it smells and that high?
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It packs a peww, now this fella right here
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He's both fluffy and he's right
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His nickname is "Albino", he's a rhino and he's white
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I'd leave him in a jar so they could see him and get hyped
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Cause he's drenched in THC
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Looks like a tree with Christmas lights
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And last but not least: he's plain green
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But he can push! Grand-daddy of them all
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Look at his swoosh, they call his "Kush"
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Now it costs a little more a¢æ¡° but my oh my will this one go
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And so there you have it bro
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Last thing left it get this dough
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Who I is?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
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You can dabble with the other stuff
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And made a lot of paper
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But a couple guys I knew got hit with numbers like the Raiders
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Real stand-up dudes, they ain't even mention a player
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So I switched hustles a¢æ¡° cash ain't as fast
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But it's much safer
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I'm in and out of state
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Without even half of the risk
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A weed case is like a bracelet
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Little slap on the wrist
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But enough about getting locked
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Cause ain't nobody getting caught
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Everybody getting guaped
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The whole world smoking pot, baby!
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[Hook]
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Marijuana Man
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Joell Ortiz |