Lyrics
Inhale the air I feel ya
sweet sensimilla makes sense to me, ya heard right
Homegrown to heal the people
and it should be legal but some still put up a fight
Not everyone can walk in a store
Buy an ounce nothing more
No dispensary to stock it
Here ya gotta hustle like before
Just to score a little indoor
I know who's got it
Yeah, anytime I'm running dry
I never have to worry I know just the guy
He'll always reply so I
Can re-up on my supply
Give it up for my weed man,
I call him when I need him
Always got that fire on deck
Yeah, he's my weed man
Chronic rolled and ready when I see him
and he ain't ever let me down yet
Indica or sativa (ohhh)
Homie's got what it takes to relieve ya
And no matter where I'll be all I do is call
He gonna bring it right to me
He's my weed man
Always have it pon deck
Wid nuff respect, Edley Shine
See me ya di original doctor green thumb
Roll up di raw paper or blaze the chillum
See me ya original weed man wid di healing
Take a one puff you get the feeling
See me ya
Knocking at your front door ready
All type a strains ca you know mi ting plenty
Three hundred acres inna Humbolt county
Have mi license so me no fraid ah Federales
Dem legalize di herb so you can bun it upfront
We nah sell you no reggie we no gi you no skunk
Push di kush inna di grinder roll yourself a good blunt
Red eyes have you high fi a month
Strictly cash pon delivery
We put the package pon a drone get it rapidly
Sell you a clone mek you grow in your community
The weed man a enterprise cuz the hustle never dies
You see it!