Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Thin C - Let Me Smoke With Ya lyrics
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Thin C - Let Me Smoke With Ya lyrics]
(Let me smoke wit'cha) Let me smoke wit'cha
Let me smoke
Let me smoke wit'cha, let me smoke wit'cha
Let me smoke wit'cha, let me smoke
Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it (blaze it)
Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it
Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it (blaze it)
Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
(Can I smoke wit'cha? Can I smoke wit'cha?)
Sweet ol' mary jane, come and take me home
(Take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
(Well let me smoke wit'cha
Can I smoke wit'cha?)
Hey, sweet ol' mary jane
Come and take me home
(Take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
(Let me smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha?)
Mary J is my main thang, my main line
Every day I wake whether blueberry
Acapulco gold or that new shit
They call purple haze
Help me make it, through my worst days
Holidays and birthdays
If I'm down and out and I'm hurtin
I know one thang is for certain
I can roll it up in a cigarello
Pack it up in a pipe
I can smoke it up with my niggaros
When my girl ain't actin right
But, if she cool and, she chillin
I'd rather smoke with her
In the bed or watchin a movie
You know it's next to a cup
And when I call her Mary Jane
She get mad again
Pull out a blunt and once again
Now we can laugh again
I'm lovin to smoke it, I'm lovin to smoke it
I gots to get high 'Til the day I die
'til the day I die even on my own supply
I've been high, since the last song
Hustlin gettin my cash on
Twenty sacks don't last long
Buy a pound to get my stash on
Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
Sticky-icky in the system, how we do it, uh
I say "Hey, don't ruin my buzz cuz
I need some fluid" where your blunt so I can
Roll it up like zig-zags, but tobacco
Crazy horse is in the bottle
I'm finna go wacko, yeah
Jamaican spliffs, now roll it
That's that shit that's that gift
All that I'm gon' need and I'm a?
I say yeah
You don't know what I've been through today
I've been workin all night
I need some weed for my brain
And plus some drank up in the cup
What's up? Let's get crunk
Drunk, now I'm tipsy, not
Flimsy, weeded and pimpin, c'mon
Roll it on up, let's get
High, let's get wild, not too tired
On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light
So precise roll it on up, let's get
High, let's get wild, not too tired
On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light
So precise
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
Sweet ol' mary jane, come and take me home
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
Hey, sweet ol' mary jane
Come and take me home
Let me smoke
Let me smoke wit'cha, let me smoke wit'cha
Let me smoke wit'cha, let me smoke
Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it (blaze it)
Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it
Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it (blaze it)
Blaze it (blaze it) blaze it
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
(Can I smoke wit'cha? Can I smoke wit'cha?)
Sweet ol' mary jane, come and take me home
(Take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
(Well let me smoke wit'cha
Can I smoke wit'cha?)
Hey, sweet ol' mary jane
Come and take me home
(Take me home wit'cha, take me home wit'cha)
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
(Let me smoke wit'cha, can I smoke wit'cha?)
Mary J is my main thang, my main line
Every day I wake whether blueberry
Acapulco gold or that new shit
They call purple haze
Help me make it, through my worst days
Holidays and birthdays
If I'm down and out and I'm hurtin
I know one thang is for certain
I can roll it up in a cigarello
Pack it up in a pipe
I can smoke it up with my niggaros
When my girl ain't actin right
But, if she cool and, she chillin
I'd rather smoke with her
In the bed or watchin a movie
You know it's next to a cup
And when I call her Mary Jane
She get mad again
Pull out a blunt and once again
Now we can laugh again
I'm lovin to smoke it, I'm lovin to smoke it
I gots to get high 'Til the day I die
'til the day I die even on my own supply
I've been high, since the last song
Hustlin gettin my cash on
Twenty sacks don't last long
Buy a pound to get my stash on
Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
Sticky-icky in the system, how we do it, uh
I say "Hey, don't ruin my buzz cuz
I need some fluid" where your blunt so I can
Roll it up like zig-zags, but tobacco
Crazy horse is in the bottle
I'm finna go wacko, yeah
Jamaican spliffs, now roll it
That's that shit that's that gift
All that I'm gon' need and I'm a?
I say yeah
You don't know what I've been through today
I've been workin all night
I need some weed for my brain
And plus some drank up in the cup
What's up? Let's get crunk
Drunk, now I'm tipsy, not
Flimsy, weeded and pimpin, c'mon
Roll it on up, let's get
High, let's get wild, not too tired
On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light
So precise roll it on up, let's get
High, let's get wild, not too tired
On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light
So precise
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
Sweet ol' mary jane, come and take me home
When you're feelin like you're on one, smoke
Hey, sweet ol' mary jane
Come and take me home