No Half Smokin

[Intro] 
  Awww yeah.  I'm with this.  I think I'm gonna sit back 
  kick some smooth lyrics over this beat 
  Cause it's '88, it's time to set it straight 
  you know what I'm sayin'?  No half steppin'.  I'm ready 

  [Verse One] 
  Smokers steppin' to me 
  They wanna get some 
  But I'm the weed man so you know the outcome 
  Another dub sack, you know they love that 
  No seeds and stems to keep them comin' back 
  I'm the person you call to get your smoke on 
  For you to reach me, it's gonna take a phone call 
  And steppin' to me 
  You better have money 
  So what you want huh? 
  A dime or a twenty? 
  Clientele 
  I got the power 
  They be pagin' me every single hour 
  Cause when it comes to sellin' dope hot damn 
  I got it good 
  Now let me tell you who I am 
  BLUEPRINT, Printmatic 
  Cinematic, I'm not like many 
  I'm different 
  So don't compare me to another 
  When I was five I got high with my mother 
  She taught me all about cannabis and it's pedigree 
  So when you roll up to smoke you better be 
  Ready 
  To get high long and steady 
  Cut the blunt with a butter knife like it's a machete 
  Don't you hate when you 
  Try to smoke then new 
  Friends roll up to try to smoke with you? 
  Oh don't tell you they do coke and they laced it 
  Have you runnin' down the street butt naked 
  Ain't no tellin' what you do when it hits you 
  I sell in all sizes from the big to the little 
  So buy it 
  Put it in your pocket and hide it 
  And take a walk 
  Before somebody calls the cops cause 

  [Chorus] [x4] 
  "Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it, knowhatimsayin'?"  - Method Man 
  Cause I'm your neighborhood weed man 

  [Verse Two] 
  I sell so much dope and the cops be hopin' 
  To catch me in the act and catch 
  Watchin' me straight scopin' 
  My moves on the block 
  Now my spots hot 
  Plus every other ock wanna get what I got 
  But they have the dealers on my block actin' so similar 
  Causin' confusion, sellin' bad sensimillia 
  To you playa 
  And boy do I hate a 
  Perpetrator 
  Cause my product's greater 
  There's no more stress 
  I got the best, buddha bless 
  I even bring it to your address 
  So if you call, I never stall I never rest 
  To ensure, your highness 
  Corner store pharmacist 
  I work hard at this 
  Cause every time I get a real job, man I wanna quit 
  Or the boss starts buggin' out throwin' fits 
  Just cause I smell like weed don't mean I'm smokin' it 
  But once I get fired 
  I start to get wired 
  So upset that I might even try it 
  At the table I sit 
  Rollin' up a spliff 
  And when the flame hits the paper 
  Awww shit 
  I start to pull rank over these guys 
  As a man with the weed that you need to buy 
  You can smell it through the bag ain't no need to deny 
  Wake up the next day and probably still be high 
  And no 
  That's not a lie 
  And if 
  You ever try to pull out 
  A gun and try to steal my supply 
  I show up 
  In the night when you start to snore 
  With a hundred weed heads outside of your door 
  You can't play me 
  Not even ladies 
  Can get a free sample 
  Girl, you gotta pay me 
  So think about it if you got some dough 
  You wanna good time? 
  I think you should know how to.... 

  [Chorus] [x4] 
  "Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it, knowhatimsayin'?"  - Method Man 
  Cause I'm your neighborhood weed man