Ganja Man - Chris Webby, Smoke DZA, Alandon

Hit that Ganja Man, man, man, man when I’m running low

We ain’t buying grams, man, need a couple O

Z’s, please, weed, trees, dope

Shit, call it what you want, just put that blunt in roll

Tation, I’m blazing an eighth when I’m wake and I’m so

Faded from tasting these flavors through vapor and smoke

Hit the Ganja Man, straight to his place and I go

Raw cones, shit I ain’t got the patience to roll

I’m takin' it slow 'cause my brain is incapable of

Critical thinking, chronic pumps through the veins and my blood

Smoking it all, never wasted a bud

Then I’m GPSing straight to the plug

Man could keep the fire blazing 'til I’m done

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

'Cause Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Foot on throats

Never let up, stay clever, ain’t 'bout chit chatter

They ain’t got gas, learnt the hustle from Helen Keller

We different fellas

I could never be ya’ll, never, nah, different cloth

Different pedigree, different repertoire

I’m all up in the sound, get involved

Cookie packs like Pepperidge Farm

I gave 'em one a time in Lebanon

GMO, dosey dose, package every one, one

Hold up, look

Iceberg, big baby ride clean

Hundred dollar body wash, it’s all 'bout hygiene

Eyes blush, eye red, I don’t need Visine

Passed it back, we’re packin', watch how I steam

Really

Man could keep the fire blazing 'til I’m done

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

'Cause Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Have another one if you need one

If you run out, come see Doctor Green Thumb

Don’t hesitate, don’t wait on the payday

Come too late, might be on vacay

On a jet, mile high in the cloud bank

Got a set later on at the South Bank

Got a twelve pack ready, call it pre-rolled

Backstage blown out, tranquilo

Look at me though, got tons, no kilos

No blunts, no freeloads

No boof, no egos

Set the roof on fire, amigo

One love, get it legal

One foot for the people

One flood, no equal

Got love for the eagle

Make room for the sequel

Insane with the B-Low

Got it lit, dab hit on the transcript

I’m so keyed up like a habit

Make it all mine, never had shit

Take it all in, better grab it

Never let it go when you have it

Set it all off like I planned it

I know some can’t understand it

Get the bag, man, run off like a bandit

Man could keep the fire blazing 'til I’m done

Pass around in rotation, one by one

But when it run low, no worries, I know

Just who to call when we need to get more

'Cause Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

One more time!

'Cause Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)

Ganja Man is in town (Ganja Man, Ganja Man)