All these people walkin' round, acting like they're drunk
What's the deal with this pot life, it has me in a funk
If you need a simple fix, come to my house of thugs
We're your one-stop shop for all your things, in the field of drugs
Now, why do you wanna try to, say that we are wrong
'Cause we don't care about your words, because we're smoking bong
We like the feeling of being stoned, and bumping into doors
People can't you see that we're, just Marijuana whores

I'm a dealer
I hope the feds, don't start cracking down on me
I'm a dealer
When I turn the corner, I hope its not police I see
I'm a dealer
And if this comment, makes you want to say Whoa!
I'm a dealer
everyone knows, cause my tag is pothead Joe
c'mon

If you ever feel you're not
Getting decent pot
Come to my house on the spot
212 5th street
When you come to my front door, stop
I'll make sure you're not a cop
Then you can shop until you drop

(puff)

Man, I'm tired of doin' this
Smoking, smoking, smoking pot
Smoking pot
Do you ever feel feel
feel feel

If you ever feel you're not
Getting decent pot
Come to my house on the spot
212 5th street
When you come to my front door, stop
I'll make sure you're not a cop
Then you can shop until you drop

If you ever feel you're not
Getting decent pot
Come to my house on the spot
212 5th street
When you come to my front door, stop
I'll make sure you're not a cop
Then you can shop until you drop

Pot