Joell Ortiz - Marijuana Man lyrics

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