No Half Smokin - Blueprint

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

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

B-L-U-E-P-R-I-N-T, 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

«Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it, knowhatimsayin'?»

— Method Man

Cause I’m your neighborhood weed man

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…

«Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it, knowhatimsayin'?»

— Method Man

Cause I’m your neighborhood weed man