Summertime

歌詞

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