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Artist/Band:
South Park Mexican
Lyrics for Song: Mary-Go-Round
Lyrics for Album: Hustle Town [1998]
[SPM]
Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is a song i wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane
[SPM]
Saggin my dickies, smoke like a hippy
Smell so good when she get wet and sticky
You lift me, girl you the bomb
Got a nigga blowin like Cheech and Chong
A bong, a blunt, or a paper square
It really don't matter she'll take you there
You been my gal since the age of thirteen
And Its funny to me, you still make me fiend
You put a spell on me with the green voodoo
You love when my boys come and run us a choo choo
Mary-Jane deep in the game
The way I feel words can't explain
You been true to me, stood by my side
I Wake up and get my mornings first high
Other hoes wonder why they get no love
Cause Mary got a big ol' bud, HUH
[CHORUS x2]
Mary-go-round, round and round
Oh let the mary-go-round, pass the sweet
[RASHEED]
If yous a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air with this muthafuckin three time loser
Producer, on da cool my future (pass the sweet)
Lyes with madusa, I never lose her
Who ya, Who ya think ya are
Ya fuckin with a dopehouse shootin star
[LOW G]
Smokin that budda
Drinkin that pura
Booya, another killa from Honduras
A thug and a rida she gets me higher
Theres no needa tryda find a finer hyna
I desire my bitch on fire
People stare as we kiss on the plya
[chorus x2]
Mary-go-round round and round
oh let the mary-go-round
pass the sweet
[SPM]
Now you can do snow or get wet as the rain
Me man I got jane in my brain
Of course I kick doors for white horse
But my wife mary-jane I never get divorced
Cause she be tha only one fit for a playa
The green eyes and the pretty red hair
The hoes sick cause them jealous bitches wanna
Baila como Juana Mariajuana
You was born in Mexico but I took the chance
And brought your ass across to the promise lands
I love to lay you down so soft in my swisha
act like a freak and let all my niggaz hit ya
I got your picture on all my walls
mama caught us kissin wanna call the laws
My family thinks you nothin but trouble
Cant see how you help me through the struggle
[chorus x2]
Mary-go-round round and round
Oh let the mary-go-round
pass the sweet
[till fade]
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