Marijuana - Boosie Badazz

I thank God for marijuana

Thank God for marijuana

It keeps me out of trouble

Yes, It keeps me out of trouble

Never makes me wanna live under

I thank God for marijuana

Thank God for marijuana

I light one for my father

I miss you

I love the marijuana

I used to love the marijuana

It’s like when I smoke it, I go harder

I thank God for marijuana, I thank God

It makes smiles on a man’s crew, Mary Jane

When they hoes ain’t wanna talk, I had you for the pain

You prolly was the last to smoke up out the group

But you went through some shit, can on your coupe

Now you smoking marijuana (Aw shit)

You and your homie going ham on that ganja (Aw shit)

Had the char help me up, I’m stuck

PG stuck on the cock, my nigga loaded (he look so loaded)

He couldn’t control (couldn't control), yeah he driving on gravestones

I needed marijuana

Blood dropping for red twelve

Mama needed marijuana

Cataracts in the eyelid

Doc gave them marijuana

At home, her and them five kids

And guess what calmed her down, marijuana

I wonder, mary jane do your thang

Working your wonders, be my peace and my pain

Roll another, from oblique that was my man

Light stuff for my little brother

Straight up

Bitch got on my nerves, she done made me mad (made me mad)

I need my weed, she just got out of work and they on her ass

(on her ass)

She need that weed, it’s so late to say my eyes hurt

She need that weed, she got glaucoma, she just sit at home

And smoke that marijuana

Smoke and drank so watch us move, more than a movie

Look at you stoned in your Buick

I was in my pen when that bitch killed Trayvon

And I roll one up

He couldn’t control (couldn't control), yeah he driving on gravestones

I needed marijuana

Blood dropping for red twelve

Mama needed marijuana

Cataracts in the eyelid

Doc gave them marijuana

At home, her and them five kids

And guess what calmed her down, marijuana

I wonder, Mary Jane do your thang

Working your wonders, be my peace and my pain

Roll another, from oblique that was my man

Light stuff for my little brother

He couldn’t control (couldn't control), yeah he driving on gravestones

I needed marijuana

Blood dropping for red twelve

'Cause Mama needed marijuana

Cataracts in the eyelid

Doc gave them marijuana

At home, her and them five kids

And guess what calmed her down, marijuana

Marijuana, Mary Jane do your thang

Working wonders, be my peace and my pain

Roll another, from oblique that was my man

Light stuff for my little brother