(SPM)
yo yo homeboy pass me dat... yo this is
the song i wrote for the girl i love... her name...
Mary Jane.
(SPM)
sagging my dickies, smoke like a hippy smell
so good when she get wet and sticky, you lift
me girl you
da bomb got a nigga blowing like cheech and
chong, a bong or blunt, or a paper square...
doesn't really matter she'll take you there, you
been my gal since the age of 13 and its funny
to me you still make me pheen you put a spell
on me wit dat green voodoo, u love when my
boys come run us a choo choo, Mary Jane deep in
da game, the way i feel words cant explain
u been true to me, stood by my side, i wake up
and get my mornings first high other hoez wonder
why they get no love... cuz mary gotta big ol'
bud
(Chorus 2x)
if youz a Jane user then throw ya hands in the air
with thiz muthafuckin three timez producer
producer wanna cool my future (Pass this weed)
pass the medusa i neva knew her who do you think you are
ya fuckin wit a dopehouse shootin star

(Low-G)
smokin dat buddha drinkin dat puda booya
another killer from medulas a thuggin rida chic
getz me higher therez no need tryna find a fyner hyna
i decya my bitch ya fire