Ganja Man Chris Webby (Ft. Alandon, B-Real & Smoke DZA)

[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
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

[Chorus: Alandon]
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)

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Foot on throats
Never let up, stay clever, ain't 'bout your cheddar
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 mind my business, I don't get involved
Cookie packs like Pepperidge Farm
I gave 'em one a time in Lebanon
GMO, dosey dose, package every one, one
Hold on, look
Iceberg, big baby ride clean
Hundred dollar body wash, it's all 'bout hygiene
Eyes blood shot red, I don't need Visine
Pass the backwood pack and watch how I scheme
Really