Something About Mary - Wyclef Jean

Yo, I’m a dedicate this to everybody that was at Woodstock '99

DMX, Limp Bizkit, Sheryl Crow amongst many

Yo, just before I got on stage this chick came on to me

She offered me sumthin

It looked kinda strange, it was in a bag

I said Yo, girl let me talk to you real quick

Yo I don’t sniff cocaine 'cause it mess up my brain

For sexual stimulation I never did no ecstasy

I don’t pop pills, I never did no LSD

but I wouldn’t mind a kiss from Ms. Mary

'Cause

She’s homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard

She’s homegrown and you can get a kiss in her backyard

I remember when I was a young boy

I waited for my grandad, So daddy can I get a puff?

He looked at me, he says Son, man, you’re too young kid

When you get older now and you understand that

I let you get one kiss from Ms. Mary

'Cause

She’s homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard

She’s homegrown and you can hold her in her backyard

If she allows you to you can roll her up She’s homegrown and you can kiss her in her backyard

She’s homegrown — I like to be with you Ms. Mary — in your backyard

That’s when she looked at me and she said

Wyclef this’what I want you to do son

Come on Inhale — exhale

Exhale — inhale

Inhale — exhale

Now hold it now

Inhale — exhale

Inhale — exhale

Exhale — inhale

Now breath in my face

Marijuan’Marijuan'

She said that

She’s homegrown and you can grow her in her backyard

She’s homegrown, she said 'Clef, I’ll kiss you in my backyard

And my daddy don’t need to know

She said that

I’m homegrown and you can grow me in your backyard

I’m homegrown and you don’t need to worry for my backyard

That’s when I said, I’ma get in trouble, I gotta go girl

This’what she said

Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher, and higher (2X)

Laa la-laa laa laa, strictly la-la, to take me higher

I’m about to take it higher (4X — in the background)

Come on y’all, come on y’all, come on Yo, I want for everybody sleeping on my guitar skills

It’s about to beat on right about now

Turn my guitar up yo!

What up Jimi Hendrix, I’ll see you baby

Yo, Carlos Santana, thanks for the lessons baby

Yo, Steve Rod, I ain’t forgettin you man

To the godfather B.B. King

and to my man Eric Clapton

I think I’m forgettin somebody, man

The Artist, ha-haaaaa

Yo, Jerry Wonder, man,

you’re playin that bass like Bootsie Collins, man

Don’t hurt 'em baby boy

Uh, Wyclef, Jerry Wonder man, new Millenium man, I told ya