Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat Yo, this is the song I wrote for the girl I love. Her name, mary jane
[spm]
Saggin my dickies, smoke like a hippy Smell so good when she get wet and sticky You lift me, girl you the bomb Got a nigga blowin like cheech and chong A bong, a blunt, or a paper square It really don't matter she'll take you there You been my gal since the age of 13 And it's funny to me, you still make me fiend You put a spell on me with the green voodoo You love when my boys come and run us a choo choo Mary-jane deep in the game The way I feel words can't explain You been true to me, stood by my side I wake up and get my mornings first high Other hoes wonder why they get no love Cause mary got a big ol' but, huh
(chorus x2)
Mary-go-round, round and round Oh let the mary-go-round, pass the sweet
[rasheed]
If yous a jane user Throw your hands in the air with this muthafuckin three time user Producer, wanna cool my future (pass the sweet) Pass the madusa, I never knews her Who ya, who ya think ya are Ya fuckin with a dopehouse shootin star
[low g]
Smokin that budda Drinkin that puda Booya, another killa from madulas I thug in rida chick gets me higher Theres no needa tryna find a finer hyna I decya my bitch your fya Be bestet as we kids under plya
(chorus x2)
Mary-go-round round and round Oh let the mary-go-round Pass the sweet
[spm]
Now you can do snow or get wet as the rain Me man I got jane in my brain Of course I kick doors for white whores But my wife mary-jane I never get divorced Cause she be tha only one fit for a playa The green eyes and the pretty red hair The hoes sick cause them jelous bitches wanna Vyla coma vana mariajuana You was born in mexico but I took the chance And brought your ass across to the promise lands I love to lay you down so soft in my swisha Act like a freak and let all my niggaz hit ya I got your picture on all my walls Mama caught us kissin wanna call the laws My family thinks you nothin but trouble Cant see how you helped me through the struggle
(chorusx2) Mary-go-round round and round Oh let the mary-go-round Pass the sweet (till fade.)
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