Boosie Badazz Marijuana Lyrics

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