maryjane, I love the maryjane   maryjane, I love the maryjane   maryjane, I love the maryjane      cause I'm in love with maryjane, yeah   cause I'm in love with maryjane, yeah   cause 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 surprise   takes me to lovin' maybe   takes me to paradise   I'm in love with maryjane      do ya think I would never share my thing   please don't play no games      because I love the marijuana   grow the marijuana   get the marijuana when I muthafuckin wanna   hit the marijuana   flame the marijuana   cuddle the marijuana (?spanish)      (?spanish)   I wanna get high like a fuckin (?spanish)   that means butterfly   for me do glide   spark a blunt while my homies take a ride   hot damn here I am with the weed   thank god for the buds to the stems to the seeds   cause 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 up   smell the smoke, take a toke, go for broke   inhale, exhale, this weeds no joke      (?spanish) don't fuck with my (?) cause I'll shoot ya   mm, I love it   why not, smoke it in public   fuck it I do it anyway   in the park after dark   or in the alley way   everytime I hit the blunt I grunt   lemon-lime dimes the kind I want   push my way up to the front   commense the stem choppin   I'm flame hockin'   while the seeds poppin'   and the beats knockin'   (?) grain off a wake and bake   feelin something sinister   (?) in the swisher   niggers chiefin' every weekend   cause I roll slow burners   big blunt, bong, and penner hitters   deep long hits make the session pleasent   did I mention it just ain't right without the resin    upon my burnt finger tips and lips   everymorning waking up roasting roaches   I can't get enough of this sticky green stuff   look me up I'm in the barber shop   I got the hidden room smoking forbiden fruit   fuckin' up my air supply   lungs lookin' like prunes   turnin' my holy temple into a temple of boom   while listenin to tunes   grab it when they pass it so I know it's a habit   can't stand a baby sittin stingy gut   kisses and hugs from the bitches and thugs   when I'm twisten the bud    even with the inflow I'm hittin with my kinfolk, yeah   breakin in garages flamin a light out, marijuana   that's right, marijuana for everybody   smoke till you choke, no doubt