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1st verse I can feel it in the back of my mind It's like maryjane came at tha right time While I'm feelin divine I take a look at the sky Done made me feel like a nigga wanna stay high Take a look at my eyes You'd prolly think I was blind When you see a nigga eyes that low foo' Now peep a crooked nigga so coo' I been high all day me and tha niggas that I'm close to Up in tha glass house blowed Oooh And I'm lovin this shit Maryjane to tha brain I'm in love wit cha bitchhh Don't know what I'd do if ya didn't exist What betta way to calm me down when I'm fussin' n shit See it's a blessin fa dis Now where the indo? Gettin high then I can go Roll it up I wanna see it in tha air let tha wind blow All I wanna see is big smoke (Chorus) Just smoke And blow A blunt wit me I like marijuana You like marijuana We like marijuana Legalize marijuana (repeat) 2nd verse Sparkin up tha maryjane Everyday in my ozone gettin' blowed Holdin' down the play Cause when im chiefin' hey Notice how my eyes lay when I'm so throwed Kissin ya lips And the hell of ya soul Ooh wee babygurl love the way that you breakin' me off Likin' it rough when ya makin' me cough And easin my thoughts keepin g's and cheese Cause you constantly cost When we togetha we do nothin' but floss But when apart lord knows it gets too hard to maintain The only bitch that I faithfully claim Steady massaugin my brain And keep a playa on top of my game Calm and kool everytime that we hang Me and my crooks always runnin a train Suckin ya body gurl til' nothin remains feelin' the pleasure when I'm watchin' ya flame Hopin that nothin' will change Just seal the sack And chill back while I'm smokin' the jane (Chorus) 3rd verse See all I wanna do is smoke a sack wit my real niggas Comin up tha block hittin' hard Smokin on trees Got me droppin to my knees So I gotta give tha praise to the skies & the stars So if I wanna get high tonight Mr. Pookie just roll me a blunt We can both get blowed Comin' out the Crooks smokin' big fat optimodes See the laws But them hoes can't stop us though Who the pros in this motha fucka? Mista big weed Comin' up tha block Me & mista pookie Got no money but I'm still blowin' trees Dont give a damn what you think about me I'm a stone crook soulja Never been a busta Blowin' on trees An mista munches done told ya Hittin' the seen Wit a pocket full of lean And you know what that mean We all gettin' high (Chorus) |