Mary Jane - Potluck, Luniz

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