Married to Marijuana lyrics

Noreaga - “Married to Marijuana”
[Emcee(s): Noreaga]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
[Sample (Multiple Elements): Al Green - “Something” (0:00)]

[Intro: Skit]
Female 1: Yo, why the f*ck you just don’t leave that n*gga Nore alone?
Female 2: You don’t understand. I love him
Female 1: But he ain’t feeling you
Female 2: He’s feeling me
Female 1: He’s feeling that other b*tch
Female 2: Nah
Female 1: Face it: when he goes to the studio, she’s there, waiting for him
Female 2: What?
Female 1: When he’s writing she there next to him
Female 2: f*ck out of here
Female 1: When you page him and he don’t call you back, who you think he be with?
Female 2: Yo, I guess I lost my man to that b*tch

[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Ayyo, married
To Marijuana, stabilized persona
I bone the b*tch anytime I wanna. It feel good
Just to see her in all-black, looking all that
Tell her I’d like to be with her, every night, sleep with her
Some sneak you in jail, open your nappy walls
Like bullet-hole sores, smoke you out during intercourse
I’m jealous knowing that you’re resting with them fellas on the
Other side, n*ggas I don’t f*ck with, don’t even talk to
The way they act, I could see they hawk you, and when
I roll, it’s like I undress you. When I smoke, it’s like
I done blessed you. Taste is the best, travel
Across ocean, West-Coasting, searching for the potent
I ain’t wanna eat, you mistreat (What?!?)
I thug you out and let my duns hit you—menáge
It’s two of y’all: hydro and black tar
Rap seminar, me and Akbar, dusty cigar
Noreaga, N-O-R-E-A-G-A, got
AK, f*ck more b*tches around way than the
Average n*gga ‘cause most n*ggas is broke n*ggas, get their
Drink on. I get my di*k on, but, word bond, I had this
One b*tch that led me on, smelled like
Baby powder, got out the shower ‘round the god hour, told me
“My love stronger, last longer
Like a Duracell, keep ticking.” I’m long-di*king
Stroking her down, provoking her now to go down
Stroking her down, stroking her down
[Bridge 1: Noreaga]
I get high now, I get high now (Get high)
I get high now (Get high now)

[Hook: Noreaga]
Yo, and to the
Chicks that get high with me, smoke lye with me
Come on, girl, why don’t you come around my world? And to the
Chicks that get high with me, smoke lye with me
Come on, girl, why don’t you come around my world? And to the
Chicks that get high with me, smoke lye with me
Come on, girl, why don’t you come around my world?

[Bridge 2: Noreaga]
My world (My world), my world (My world)
My world (My world). I’m still alive, full of lye

[Interlude: Noreaga]
Get high, baby. Ain’t nothing wrong with smoking a little reefer. I’m still alive, mad lye. Lye, mad lye, mad lye. (Married to marijuana) Married to marijuana. (Got a n*gga whipped) Got a n*gga whipped, yo. I’m whipped off of that sh*t

[Verse 2: Noreaga]
Yo
When I first f*cked you, I admit I didn’t like it
It felt like my brain got kicked, somebody spiked it. It
Was in the bathroom. I consumed mad boom
Going back to my women smelling like perfume
Started arguments, mad commotion, thinking that I’m joking
When I said I wasn’t stroking, was only toking
She didn’t believe me, called up Mussolini
“Yo, where dun at? Where he was at last night?”
Asking mad questions, interrogating smoking sessions
The last lesson: I get high—that’s true confession
From Iraq to El Segundo, I hold a gun though
And get high for all my n*ggas living on the run though
I’m living this, doing this since the days of K-Swiss
Helados, popping bottles, some family resign
We live the life of crime, n*ggas, and shine
What, what?
[Outro: Noreaga]
Get high (Get high). Get high, n*gga (Get high, n*gga). Get high, n*gga (Get high, n*gga). Get high (Get high)