Mary Jane
Still I am tighter than the pants on will.i.am
Back throw, back still
I have a pound in my backpack
next to where the swishas at
Smokin' presidential, got some Buddha
Give me that, need it for my cataracts
Four hoes, and I’m the pimp
In my Cadillac, you can tell them cali back
Matter of fact, they ain’t know, this ain’t ‘dro
Get a whiff of that, no it ain’t no seeds in my sack
You ain’t never gotta ask a dawg what he smokin' on?
Kush till my mind gone, what you think I’m on?
Eyes low, I'm blown high as a kite
Ain’t no question ‘bout it, dudes say smoke me out
Yeah, I really doubt it I'm Bob Marley reincarnated
So faded, so if you want it
you know ya homie
You can put it in a zag or blunt
and get blunted
Inhale, exhale, peace
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