Текст песни Smokin' Marijuana

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
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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)