Method Man And Redman Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers lyrics

[Verse 1:] ~Method Man~
Meth wats up nigga?
Doc wats really good? got dat bush and dat backward light up in any hood.
Yep I'm dat hood my brutha, loan me some cali kush neva thought dat little bush in dat baggy would have me hooked.
I'm a pothead Everyone look and point ya fingaz at tha bad guy wit da cotton mouths and glass eyes. huh. fuck it im that high
I'm blowin smoke cloudz, got my head in tha clouds, fuck it im that fly.
Doc whats up nigga?

[Verse 2:] ~Redman~
You know how I bus find me drunk fucked up at tha Canibus cup.
For those who don't smoke, get the middle finga up y
You smoke more then us nigga it's beginners luck
My truck wide wit 5-0 eyes on it, its like tha blunt when you ain't got 5 on it
I challenge any opponent, who wanna smoke?
We can puff till our voice get lower then tone loc like

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Yea yea yea yea Yea yea yea
Ain't nobody smokin' more then Me up in here!
Puff dis shyt, you'll get high off this here because
DIS IZ FOR ALL MY SMOKERS

I'm like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
Ain't nobody smokin' more then Meth up in here
Ayo puff dis bitch you'll get high off this here because
DIS IZ FOR ALL MY SMOKERS

[Verse 3:] ~Redman~
I'm like Oh my god, oh my god, I started growin' sour dies in my home garage
Now niggas on the block say I'm on my job cuz now I rock more chains then Armistad
This my entourage, this not HBO a bitch see me she like 'oh there he go'
You can smoke wit da bro if you got ass and nice tits
But fuck you wit dat I'm high offa life' shyt!


[Verse 4:] ~Method Man~
They tried to make me go to rehab no, Tell my PO that I ain't try'na let the weed bag go
You can catch me in tha whip pushin the seats back slow
My chicks a vegan that means she off tha meat rack tho.
Look ma I'm eatin cuz when its time to get back dough
I sink my teeth in, and turn around and spit dat flow
They call me beastin I monsta' tha booth, so in tha cut I leave 'em bleedin'
Little swag wit some Mrs. Dash I'm seasoned.

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[Verse 5:] ~Meth~
I got flavors, I'm major baby send in tha troops that Johhny Blaza leave ashes in yur Timbaland boots
Can't fuck wit hatas, just mad I got a pocket of loot
I'm chasin papers, your try'na be a rock in my shoe
I'm a fatha, I don't drink wit kids, these youngins thinkin' they hard
I think harder then they think they is
I'm bout as proper as my English iz and hope I did my thing before I die for tha things I did.

[Verse 6:] ~Red~
Everybody light it up and smoke wit ya man, and cigarette smokers change ya game plan 'Cuz dis is for all my marijuana smokers, backward, swisha sweets, and Dutchy rollas, Yea I pull over, start pullin out money
'Cuz I buy weed like everyday 4/20
You know what else funny? I thought was so gudda
I'm cheech and chongs brutha, just got different muthas!

Ye yea yea yea ye yea ye yea
Don't nobody smoke more then doc up in here

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