Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ganja Man, artist - Chris Webby. Date of issue: 14.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ganja Man |
| 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) |