Let Me Smoke With Ya - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Bizzy Bone, Layzie Bone

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

+ (Layzie)

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