Married to Marijuana

Noreaga - "Married to Marijuana"

Female 1: Yo, why the fuck you just don’t
Leave that nigga Nore alone?
Female 2: You don’t understand i love him
Female 1: But he ain’t feeling you
Female 2: He’s feeling me
Female 1: He’s feeling that other bitch
Female 2: Nah
Female 1: Face it: when he goes
To the studio, she’s there, waiting for him
Female 2: What?
Female 1: When he’s writing she
There next to him female 2: Fuck out of here
Female 1: When you page him and
He don’t call you back
Who you think he be with? Female 2: Yo
I guess I lost my man to that bitch

Ayyo, married
To Marijuana, stabilized persona
I bone the bitch anytime I wanna it feel good
Just to see her in all-black
Looking all that tell her I’d like to be
With her, every night, sleep with her
Some sneak you in jail, open your nappy walls
Like bullet-hole sores
Smoke you out during intercourse
I’m jealous knowing that you’re resting
With them fellas on the
Other side, niggas I don’t fuck with
Don’t even talk to
The way they act, I could see they hawk you
And when
I roll, it’s like I undress you when I smoke
It’s like
I done blessed you taste is the best, travel
Across ocean, West-Coasting
Searching for the potent
I ain’t wanna eat, you mistreat (What?)
I thug you out and let my duns hit you menáge
It’s two of y’all: hydro and black tar
Rap seminar, me and Akbar, dusty cigar
Noreaga, N-O-R-E-A-G-A, got
AK, fuck more bitches around way than the
Average nigga ‘cause most niggas
Is broke niggas, get their
Drink on i get my dick on, but, word bond
I had this
One bitch that led me on, smelled like
Baby powder, got out the shower
‘round the god hour, told me
"My love stronger, last longer
Like a Duracell
Keep ticking" I’m long-dicking
Stroking her down
Provoking her now to go down
Stroking her down, stroking her down

I get high now, I get high now (Get high)
I get high now (Get high now)

Yo, and to the chicks that get high with me
Smoke lye with me come on, girl
Why don’t you come around my
World? And to the
Chicks that get high with me
Smoke lye with me come on, girl
Why don’t you come around my
World? And to the
Chicks that get high with me
Smoke lye with me come on, girl
Why don’t you come around my world?

My world (My world) , my world (My world)
My world
(My world) i’m still alive, full of lye

Get high, baby ain’t nothing wrong with
Smoking a little
Reefer i’m still alive, mad lye lye, mad lye
Mad lye (Married to marijuana) Married to
Marijuana (Got a
Nigga whipped) Got a nigga whipped
Yo i’m whipped off of that shit

Yo when I first fucked you
I admit I didn’t like it
It felt like my brain got kicked
Somebody spiked it it
Was in the bathroom i consumed mad boom
Going back to my women smelling like perfume
Started arguments, mad commotion
Thinking that I’m joking
When I said I wasn’t stroking
Was only toking
She didn’t believe me, called up Mussolini
"Yo, where dun at? Where he
Was at last night?" asking mad questions
Interrogating smoking sessions
The last lesson: I get
High that’s true confession
From Iraq to El Segundo, I hold a gun though
And get high for all my niggas
Living on the run though i’m living this
Doing this since the days of K-Swiss
Helados, popping bottles, some family resign
We live the life of crime, niggas, and shine
What, what? Get high
(Get high) get high, nigga (Get high
Nigga) get high, nigga (Get high
Nigga) get high (Get high)