| Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
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| Yo, this is the song i wrote for the girl I love.
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| Her name, Mary Jane
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| Saggin my dickies, smoke like a hippy
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| Smell so good when she get wet and sticky
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| You lift me, girl you the bomb
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| Got a nigga blowin like Cheech and Chong
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| A bong, a blunt, or a paper square
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| It really don’t matter she’ll take you there
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| You been my gal since the age of 13
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| And Its funny to me, you still make me fiend
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| You put a spell on me with the green voodoo
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| You love when my boys come and run us a choo choo
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| Mary-Jane deep in the game
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| The way I feel words can’t explain
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| You been true to me, stood by my side
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| I Wake up and get my mornings first high
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| Other hoes wonder why they get no love
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| Cause Mary got a big ol’but, HUH
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| Mary-go-round, round and round
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| Oh let the mary-go-round, pass the sweet
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| If yous a Jane user
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| Throw your hands in the air with this muthafuckin three time user
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| Producer, wanna cool my future (pass the sweet)
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| Pass the madusa, I never knews her
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| Who ya, Who ya think ya are
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| Ya fuckin with a dopehouse shootin star
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| Smokin that budda
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| Drinkin that puda
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| Booya, another killa from Madulas
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| I thug in rida chick gets me higher
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| Theres no needa tryna find a finer hyna
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| I decya my bitch your fya
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| Be bestet as we kids under plya
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| Mary-go-round round and round
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| oh let the mary-go-round
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| pass the sweet
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| Now you can do snow or get wet as the rain
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| Me man I got jane in my brain
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| Of course I kick doors for white whores
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| But my wife mary-jane I never get divorced
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| Cause she be tha only one fit for a playa
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| The green eyes and the pretty red hair
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| The hoes sick cause them jelous bitches wanna
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| Vyla coma vana Mariajuana
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| You was born in Mexico but I took the chance
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| And brought your ass across to the promise lands
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| I love to lay you down so soft in my swisha
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| act like a freak and let all my niggaz hit ya I got your picture on all my walls
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| mama caught us kissin wanna call the laws
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| My family thinks you nothin but trouble
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| Cant see how you helped me through the struggle
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| Mary-go-round round and round
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| Oh let the mary-go-round
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| pass the sweet
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| (till fade.) |