"This is for, all my smokers"
Whoo, 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"
Yo
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 guys,
with the cottonmouths and glass eyes
Huh, 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?
Yo, 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
Yo, ain't nobody smoking more
than me up in here
Ayo, 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 dies' 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 vegan,
that mean she off the meat rack, though
Look ma, I'm eating,
cuz 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 booth,
so in the cut
I leave 'em bleeding,
little swag', with some Miss Dashing season
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"
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, don't nobody smoking more
than Doc up in here
Ayo, pump this shit,
you get high off this here, because
"This is for, all my smokers"
I got flavors, I 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,
ya'll tryna be a rock in my shoe
I'm a father, I don't drink with kids,
these youngins thinking they hard
I think harder than they think they is
I'm bout as proper as my English is,
and hope I did my thing
Before I die, for the things I did
Everybody
just got different mothers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, don't nobody smoke more
than Doc up in here
Ayo, 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"
Method Man 
