| Let me smoke wit’cha, let me smoke wit’cha
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| Let me smoke wit’cha, let me smoke
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| Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it (blaze it)
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| Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it
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| Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it (blaze it)
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| Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it
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| + (Layzie)
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| When you’re feelin like you’re on one, smoke
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| (Can I smoke wit’cha? Can I smoke wit’cha?)
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| Sweet ol' mary jane, come and take me home
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| (Take me home wit’cha, take me home wit’cha)
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| When you’re feelin like you’re on one, smoke
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| (Well let me smoke wit’cha, can I smoke wit’cha?)
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| Hey, sweet ol' mary jane, come and take me home
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| (Take me home wit’cha, take me home wit’cha)
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| When you’re feelin like you’re on one, smoke
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| (Let me smoke wit’cha, can I smoke wit’cha?)
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| Mary J is my main thang, my main line, every day I wake
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| Whether blueberry, acapulco gold or that new shit they call purple haze
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| Help me make it, through my worst days, holidays and birthdays
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| If I’m down and out and I’m hurtin, I know one thang is for certain
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| I can roll it up in a cigarello, pack it up in a pipe
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| I can smoke it up with my niggaros when my girl ain’t actin right
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| But if she cool and, she chillin, I’d rather smoke with her
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| In the bed or watchin a movie, you know it’s next to a cup
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| And when I call her Mary Jane, she get mad again
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| Pull out a blunt and once again, now we can laugh again
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| I’m lovin to smoke it, I’m lovin to smoke it, I gots to get high
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| 'Til the day I die, 'til the day I die even on my own supply
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| I’ve been high, since the last song, hustlin gettin my cash on
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| Twenty sacks don’t last long, buy a pound to get my stash on
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| Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke…
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| Sticky-icky in the system, how we do it, uh
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| I say «Hey, don’t ruin my buzz cuz, I need some fluid»
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| Where your blunt so I can roll it up like zig-zags, but tobacco
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| Crazy horse is in the bottle, I’m finna go wacko, yeah
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| Jamaican spliffs, now roll it, that’s that shit
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| That’s that gift, all that I’m gon' need and I’m a
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| I say yeah, you don’t know what I’ve been through today
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| I’ve been workin all night, I need some weed for my brain
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| And plus some drank up in the cup, what’s up? |
| Let’s get crunk
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| Drunk, now I’m tipsy, not flimsy, weeded and pimpin, c’mon
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| Roll it on up, let’s get high, let’s get wild, not too tired
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| On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light, so precise
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| Roll it on up, let’s get high, let’s get wild, not too tired
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| On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light, so precise
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| When you’re feelin like you’re on one, smoke
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| Sweet ol' mary jane, come and take me home
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| When you’re feelin like you’re on one, smoke
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| Hey, sweet ol' mary jane, come and take me home |