Lyrics Mary Jane - Feat. The Luniz - Potluck

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