Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mary Jane, artist - Potluck. Album song Straight Outta Humboldt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.09.2006
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Mary Jane |
| I see her walking in the belt of moonlight |
| Luniz and Potluck |
| The Weed Song |
| I’m from the county with the best weed, you can’t impress me |
| I saw the sticky green way before I was a teen |
| So I’m fucked up, livin' Humboldt County life |
| Still pray to Mary Jane, cause she takes away the pain at night |
| I’m in a daze, gettin' blazed everyday now |
| Royal blunts and sprinkled Hash, is what we pass around |
| No seeds, no stems, no mold man |
| Only hold frosty nugs, call me the Snowman |
| Grab the bong with both hands, and suck the smoke |
| Pull the carb and breathe it until' its fillin' up your throat |
| Let it enter your chest, this chronic’s what we cherish |
| Us kids in Humboldt County chiefin' more than |
| Who you messin' with? |
| I’m a pothead that will never quit |
| We rollin' fat blunts, you hit that Mexi shit |
| We puff incredible, Mary J’s my centerfold |
| Back to back smokin' and chokin', until my head explodes |
| I see her walking in the belt of moonlight |
| Luniz and Potluck |
| The Weed Song |
| I’m a cultivator, a smoker, not a hater |
| Show you how to roll a blunt, explain it to you later |
| Cause Mary Jane’s a motherfucker, catch you in a |
| I pull her in a bong, and pimp her for a little paper |
| Live another day, another hit up off a J |
| When I say «Either get high or get up about the way» |
| I don’t play about the hay, smokin' more than he say |
| More hits, or bong rips than mouse clicks on eBay |
| Believe it, it’s authentic, smoke a lot of spinach |
| Been puffin' with the big cheese, it’s more than just an image |
| Blunts I roll em' up, let’s smoke em' til' they finished |
| Humboldt County is the skunk, but Irish is the Guinness |
| Got a blunt, I like to hit it |
| No sense in fightin' with it |
| I’m a man who got a problem, time to stand up and admit it |
| I talk it and I live it |
| I never wanna quit it |
| Name is Ton, I’m addicted |
| I love you Mary Jane |
| Aye yo |
| This Kush blunt’ll make you geek like another Urkel |
| My weed life will be Goldberg, the color purple |
| Pass it in a circle, don’t fuck up the cycle |
| Puff puff, pass the fire |
| Don’t try to touch my lighter |
| I blow Dro' in a Bong |
| Smoke like Cheech and Chong, til' the Hashish gone |
| To the Kief honeycomb, and the weed is gone |
| Get your tweak on Luniz and Potluck, The Weed Song |
| You buy singles and packs, I buy boxes |
| Smoke back to back, knock niggas unconscious |
| O.G. |
| kush, one hit, make niggas vomit |
| Granddaddy Purple boy, not the average chronic |
| I used to have 5 on it, now I got G’s on it |
| You can’t outsmoke me, better P on it |
| I’ll win, sell your weed by Candy stang' |
| Triple gold Dayton thangs for that Mary Jane |
| First time I met Mary, I knew that I would hit her |
| Til' the end of 95' I was always with her |
| I rolled with her daily, she even came on tour with me |
| On stage, she wore brown to fool with me |
| In front of 50,000 |
| 50,000 went nutty |
| I got screams just because of my honey |
| But somethin' good as that, I just couldn’t sit with it |
| I had to share, I let all my niggas hit it |
| It was good, so we used her, and used her, and used her |
| But my sprung ass fucked around, and abused her |
| Then I got scared, told myself I was leavin' |
| But I hit it one more time and that bitch got even |
| She got even so bad, it was damn near curtains |
| But that’s love for ya, the shit that had my heart heartin' |
| I still want ya, but right now it’s too soon |
| I’m a just settle for hittin' it every Blue Moon |