was a - o.k., enchantments which I've learned 'Cause a faithful woman never leaves, she breeds on pleasing you And I invoke her everyday my inspiration true Mary I wanna
kid and said "boy lemme tell you what" i guess you kinda figured i'm a reefer head of course and after all this time i guess that i'm a connoisseur
Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode When Doc come drop a shit load Grip fo's Mushrooms, did those Deep pistol Whip hoes I bitch O's Money, roll, I stick
on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous notes dope rhyme supplier Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver And I won't stop rockin' till I
wanna get P H the I the L the L the I the E the S We mess with phillies, we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P H the I the L the L the I
I'm smoked out, not on a menthol cigarette How could you figure, or even, consider that I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed [Incomprehensible], hash
smoke, I can't deny Got a lifetime supply And I wanna get you high Get you high all night 'Cause I wanna get you high Get you high all night And I wanna
coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you [Verse 3: The Game] I wanna thank Dr. Avework
all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like
peruse her one mo' time... Ensemble: But I like her sister, Thing-fish: Wanna 'peruse' her sister, too... Ensemble: But I like her sister Thing-fish
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you, young'n
all hype and all tripe In the Source with half mic, you half liked and half dead, blasted on flatbed I'm past dead, eyes red, the hash head Burn somethin
B-Real] I'm smoked out, not on a menthol cigarette How could you figure, or even, consider that I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed ?, hash spliff
hellafied no I guess I needs her, that double edged ledge cuts throats I love the please-her, or pleasure, whatever call it liesure You call her a crutch, y'all hush, I
I don't know what I'd do You light up my life like Northern Lights when I'm misty blue I'm so in love with you baby, Mary Jane, I choose you!