Artist: South Park Mexican f/ Rasheed, Low G Album: Hustle Town Song: Mary-Go-Round Typed by: montano@ria.net, no1wammy@hotmail.com [South Park Mexican] Yo, yo, homeboy, pass me that {*inhale*} Yo This is the song I wrote for the girl I love Her name (Name...) Mary Jane (Jane...) [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] Saggin' my Dickies, smoke like a hippy Smell so good when she get wet and sticky You lift me Girl, you the bomb Got a nigga blowin' like Cheech and Chong A bong, a blunt Or a paper square It really don't matter, she'll take you there You been my gal since the age of thirteen And it's funny to me, you still make me fiend You put a spell on me With the green voodoo You love when my boys come and run us a choo choo Mary Jane deep in the game The way I feel, words can't explain You been true to me Stood by my side I wake up and get my morning's first high Other hoes wonder why they get no love Cause Mary got a Big Ol' Butt Hun Chorus: South Park Mexican Mary-go-round Round and round Don't let the mary go 'round Pass the sweet Mary-go-round Round and round Don't let the mary go 'round Pass the sweet (Verse 2) [Rasheed (South Park Mexican in background)] If you'se a Jane user, throw your hands In the air with this motherfuckin' three time user Producer On the cool, my future Pass the medusa (Pass the sweet) I never lose her Who ya, who ya think you are You're fuckin' with a Dope House shootin' star [Low G] I'm smoking that buddha Drinking that puda Boo-yah Another killer from Madulas A thug and a rider Chick gets me higher There's no need to try and find a finer heina I desire, my bitch on fire Peep the set as I kiss on the playa Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] Now you can do snow, or get wet as the rain Me Man, I got Jane in my brain Of course I kick doors For white horse But my wife, Mary Jane I never get divorced Cause she be the only one fit for a player The green eyes and the pretty red hair The hoes sick cause them jealous bitches wanna Baila coma Juana Mariajuana You was born in Mexico, but I took the chance And brought your ass across to the promise lands I love to lay you down so soft in my swisha Act like a freak and let All my niggas hit ya I got your picture, on all my walls Momma caught us kissin', wanna call the laws My family thinks you nothin' but trouble Can't see how you helped me through the struggle Repeat Chorus