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maryjane, I love the maryjanemaryjane, I love the maryjanemaryjane, I love the maryjanecause I'm in love with maryjane, yeahcause I'm in love with maryjane, yeahcause i'm in love with maryjane she's my main thing she gets me so excited she makes my heart sing oh when I'm feeling low it comes to no surprisetakes me to lovin' maybetakes me to paradiseI'm in love with maryjanedo ya think I would never share my thingplease don't play no gamesbecause I love the marijuanagrow the marijuanaget the marijuana when I muthafuckin wannahit the marijuanaflame the marijuanacuddle the marijuana (?spanish)Songtexte(?spanish)I wanna get high like a fuckin (?spanish)that means butterflyfor me do glidespark a blunt while my homies take a ridehot damn here I am with the weedthank god for the buds to the stems to the seedscause if it wasn't for him we wouldn't be smokin'natural earth when the earth we would have been chokin'so here's my papers homes, roll it up (what)here's a lighter homes, fire it upsmell the smoke, take a toke, go for brokeinhale, exhale, this weeds no joke(?spanish) don't fuck with my (?) cause I'll shoot yamm, I love itwhy not, smoke it in publicfuck it I do it anywayin the park after darkor in the alley wayeverytime I hit the blunt I gruntlemon-lime dimes the kind I wantpush my way up to the frontcommense the stem choppinI'm flame hockin'while the seeds poppin'and the beats knockin'(?) grain off a wake and bakefeelin something sinister(?) in the swisherniggers chiefin' every weekendcause I roll slow burnersbig blunt, bong, and penner hittersdeep long hits make the session pleasentdid I mention it just ain't right without the resin upon my burnt finger tips and lipseverymorning waking up roasting roachesI can't get enough of this sticky green stufflook me up I'm in the barber shopI got the hidden room smoking forbiden fruitfuckin' up my air supplylungs lookin' like prunesturnin' my holy temple into a temple of boomwhile listenin to tunesgrab it when they pass it so I know it's a habitcan't stand a baby sittin stingy gutkisses and hugs from the bitches and thugswhen I'm twisten the bud even with the inflow I'm hittin with my kinfolk, yeahbreakin in garages flamin a light out, marijuanathat's right, marijuana for everybodysmoke till you choke, no doubt Aus Songtexte Mania