Lyrics:
a Tom Dick and Mary
Talking shit about this and that
Believe some right wing blog over BBC
Nobody seems to know what the truth is anymore (thanks trump)
Mary Jane, I’ve known her name since I was eleven in bed with her mane/
I’m gettin some head bitch I’m better with brain!/
Got incredible edibles all in
žach pa škle škrabie
I čakaješ, kali pryjduć pa ciabie.
Ty pra kraj svabodny maryš —
Patrapiš pad aryšt.
Zabiaruć u ciabie volu,
I dolu, i pašpart.
zapadá
Nad hlavama naší bandy
To třeba tady šilhavej Jack
Kdo by to do toho chcípáka řek
Dvakrát utek z lasa
Prostě klasa
Svojí starou votrávil jedem
Pak
written by the prophet, And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Juda, art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that
true and what is false
Day by day I'm feeding my addiction
Media Mary Jane in me
Cause we all feel peculiar
But we all are slaves
I don't feel that
sypał dookoła to
Byś miał przyjaciól wielu wiesz jak jest
Prawo dżungli nie jest tak okrótne
Jak stosunki międzyludzkie w kwestii tej
Gdy, jesteś na
and smokin Mary Jane
[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ]
My life is full of sin, too much drama in California
Niggas runnin up on ya to dump and put you in a coma
Or worse,
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
the Dude]
Bitch, we some superstars
Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
Still smoking mary jane, in the back of the car
All these bopping ass bitches
Sonny took a train
Mary took a boat
Somewhere its gonna be better
Everybody needs a little hope
Ten thousand souls
Waiting on a bus and it never
superstars
Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
Still smoking mary jane, in the back of the car
All these bopping ass bitches wanna know who we are, (are
Smoke cigars and taste
The blessing of the artichoke
You'll savor the flavor until
You're devoured by the smoke
And it all seems right, just say
to where
It stops by itself
They'll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined
Biblical hair
My hair
leaders dead
Price is on a rebels head
Crooked judges crooked cops
Crooked system prison locks
Wholly owned by advertisers
Mother Mary Father Joseph
By rights we should have been choking
On every word the preacher had us repeat
A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag
The first aid
heard her screaming like a radio
Mary Lou left marks on you
She just screams at the walls
The kite string pops
I'm swallowed whole by the sky
We
thought it was Game
Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane
Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a
Game
Most gangstas in the Pen,
too just like Happy Shopper
I sells the best skunk you tell by the smell
I'll also sell you fags and Rizlas as well
Oi, clart! Don't fuckin'
of tea a cup of Sake
A Virgin Mary with the Marquis
By canoe and coracle
I solely own my carryall
Counting different coloured cars
We've got the same
the poor at home
Don't curse me, sweet Mary. about your lucky destiny
I'd slit my throat for your liberty and my mother shouldn't cry
I'm waiting for a sign
cause I'm a customer
They got more drive-bys than in any Blockbusta
Even Mary thought my style was scary
Smokin blunts in Frisco and ate rice with
Awfully Deep
[Verse 1]
I don't do mind games, I'm frame by frame
I'm eighteen bits, I'm forty-eight hertz
My favourite tie-tie 'til my nicky (?)
My flirt
The sun goes down and I crept out the cemetery
Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary
Known to fuck
Known to suck
Every nigga that I
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