Released on October 9, 2012

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[Intro]

Man this shit is whack as fuck

Yall niggas is always running off at the mouth

Talkin bout "I got trees, I got purps"

I'm calling niggas, ain't nobody got it


[Hook x2]

Can someone please come through with the Mary Jane

We been looking, we been searching

And ain't no one got the dank

We been calling up every nigga thats programmed into my pager

Will someone, anyone

Someone come through with the Mary Jane

Mary Jane


[Verse 1: Chuuwee]

It's seven o'clock in the morning

And feeling like my brain is gone explode!

Pissed off, pissing on everything fuck aiming for the commode

Any other time I'm holding niggas saying they got the dro

When I'm low and need to cop some mo' niggas ain't got no phone

Hit my asian partna drop it off, he'd get the sixty bones

No response, I hit my homie, he say he was out in Long Beach

I haven't a doce of my medicine all week

All I want to do is get is high and climbing them tall trees

Bust a couple raps and get fly, linger with bad divas

Twist another up in they drive way and get mad weeded

I hit my facebook, asking who got the flavors

Seven likes and four comments, but ain't no one got the vapors

What a caper or predicament, how did I get into this

My brodee said that this party was off the hook

They should be lit in this, we get to this

Mother fucker, ready to do some kicking it

And just my luck it seems like everyone keep on mentioning


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Dutch Rebelle]

Try not to loose my temper when I enter into waiting

Connects ain't any closer ain't no for debating

He always got the potent plus he proper with the flips

They claim they pushing pillows but they barely packing zips

Now look at who I'm with, a group of herb therapist

Itch for a spliff need a nugget t-to carry this

Yeah you hearing this, barely keep my eyes straight

I live crooked cause these birds can't fly straight

So you know, I'm prolly gone tote it if it's toxic

On ya top lip, on the hush like a stock tip

Tell em cop ships and a couple H-2-O's

Granddaddy purp, tight skirt, class duo

Tell who you know, cripple cowards tryna go for hours

Kinda aggy waiting for a hours for a half a sour

I devour MC's in the mean time

Spitting red lights to these clowns till it's green time


[Hook]