Lyrics:

Gan'os, gan'
Nothin' but the green ya know

Mr. Ganman, Ganman, bring me some trees
So I can get high, oh my
And if you got some Bammer I don't even want it
Even if you got five on it
Don't it sound so appealin', girl I need your sexual healin'
And I don't ever want to stop this feelin'
Can I scoop you up to do you up
Edible panties I chew you up
Gasoline drugs blew you up
I know what's up and girl you know I'm thirsty
Lord have mercy, she said hurt me

Mr. Ganman, bring me some trees
Make it the greenest leaves I've ever seen, Mr. Ganman

Mr. Ganman, do you have the purple haze
Put me in a daze in so many ways
Day after day I blaze
And if you witness to it you might be amazed
I was walking on the beach, white sand on my toes
Smoking gan' with three hoes
Nobody has on clothes
I suppose the wind blows
Nipples get hard when they froze
Don't catch an overdose
Green trees fiend for the leaves real badly
You know I get my puffs on but I ain't Puff Daddy

Mr. Ganman, bring me some trees
Make it the greenest leaves I've ever seen, Mr. Ganman

Sopranos Italianos smoking gan'os
You got the bammer get played like pianos
I can't stand those, hoes up in scandals
I got handles like Jordan wearing sandles
Like some candles drink taste tropical
Blaze again with a proper hoe
Even when the traffic stop and go
I puff and go acceleration, no hesitation
Ninety-four to Chicago crucial confrontation
Penetration in new situation

Mr. Ganman, bring me some trees
Make it the greenest leaves I've ever seen, Mr. Ganman

Gan'os, Mr. Ganman
Gan gan'os, Mr. Ganman
Gan gan'os, Mr. Ganman
Gan gan'os