Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers

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, nigga? 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 glass eyes
 Fuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing smoke clouds
 Got my head in the clouds, fuck it, I'm that fly
 Doc, what's up, nigga?
 You know how I bust
 Find me drunk, fucked up at the cannabis cup
 For those who don't smoke, get the middle finger up
 You smoke more than us, nigga, 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 shit, 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 bitch, 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 niggas on the block, say I'm on my job
 'Cause now I rock more chains than Amistad
 This my entourage, this not HBO
 A bitch see me, she like, oh, there he go
 You can smoke with the bro if you got ass and nice tits
 But fuck you with that, I'm high off of life shit
 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 bitch, 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 bitch, 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 fuck 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 shit, 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 bitch, you get high off this here
 Because this is for all my smokers