Kash'd Out – "Weed Man" Ft. Edley Shine (Official Music Video)



This song goes out to certain states. You know who you are. If you like what you hear, click the link below to stream the song anytime! Thanks for watching!

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  1. Gonna leave this right here so we can sing it to our weed man! Fiyah

    WEED MAN

    Inhale the air, I feel ya sweet sinsemilla 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 any time, I'm runnin' 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 saliva, oh oh, homie's got what
    it takes to relieve ya,
    and no matter where I'll be, all I do is call, he gon' bring it right to me,
    he's my weed man.

    see me ya, the original Dr. Green Thumb, roll up the raw paper, or
    blaze the chillum,
    see me ya, original weed man with the healin', take a one puff you get
    the feelin',
    see me ya, knockin' at your front door ready, all type of strains
    cause you know me ting plenty.
    three hundred acre inna Humbolt County, have me license so me no fraid
    of federali.
    Dem legalize the herb so you can burn it up front, me nah sell you
    reggie we no give you no scum, put di kush inna ya grinder roll
    yourself a good blunt, red eyes have ya high fi a month.
    Strictly cash pon delivery, we put the package pon a drone, get it
    rapidly. Sell you a clone make you grow in your community,
    the weed man a enterprise cause the hustle never dies, ya seent!

    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 saliva, oh oh, homie's got what
    it takes to relieve ya,
    and no matter where I'll be, all I do is call, he gon' bring it right to me,
    he's my weed man.

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