[Intro: Redman (Method Man)]

"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"



[Redman]

Aiyo, Meth, what's up, nigga?



[Method Man]

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?



[Redman]

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



[Chorus: Redman (Method Man)]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't nobody smoking more than me, up in here

(Aiyo, 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)

Aiyo, bump this, bitch, you get high off this here, because)

"This is for, all my smokers"



[Redman]

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

Cuz 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



[Method Man]

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, 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



[Chorus]



[Method Man]

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 try'nna 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

I'm by as proper as my English is, and hope I did my thing

Before I die, for the things I did



[Redman]

Everybody light it up and smoke with your man

And cigarette smokers, change ya game plan

Cuz this is for all my, marijuana smokers

Backwoods, Swisher sweets, and Dutch rollers

Yeah, I pull over, start pulling out money

Cuz I by weed, like everyday 420

You know what else funny, I found was so gutter

I'm Cheech and Chong brother, just got different mothers



[Chorus]