been superman you could've been somebody's mother you could've been the one exception you could've been superman (I could've let you down ) you could've been superman
Vertaling: Marry Me Jane. Superman.
I'm just tryna get my mature life on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth
that love me and constantly seducing hoes I'm losing my thoughts, I say damn where my roof just go? Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl I got
suck dick [Kidd Kidd] They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't the same No homo, that's how I came in the game I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
And realize there's no way I could still be hers Unless you wanna share me with a hot one named Terrie And don't get mad at me when I'm out poppin'
the people all over the world that smoke J's Kings and queens, musicians, actors Everyday, working class, stoners, slackers Low key blazers and green bowl packers If Mary Jane
town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how you can dawg me out Make me out, take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack
my baby told me she would meet me on the street stood behind a lamppost, I could only see her feet now I'm not one to grumble, don't want to be a bore
have an evil mind you might be conversating with satan. and i made it through the freakin pin, mary jane remained my friend, even though when times get hard she'll be with me
Memphis, Tennekee I just might not bring my own cause them niggaz there Let me smoke for free What's up Mary? How you doin'?, Mary Jane, stalkin' me
blessin' me One in a million, mother of my children Me without you like car without engine You listen to my dreams that I vision Respect that I smoke Mary Jane
complete And I know she loves me too ''cause she makes me eat [Chorus] There's something about Mary She's always on my mind, all the time There's something about Mary
a my organization down wit World Wide Hustlaz the homie force that's gon' hop up on the plane seize, that Baby Beesh without the west coast mary jane
Oh, Superman) Or even Tarzan's Jane Swinging through the trees in our mother's clothes We could be a beauty queen (There she is) Or Mary Magdalene Sinners
get my mature life on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So
A-R-K-I with the E [Chorus] [Verse Three: Biz Markie] The beat don't stop 'til everybody's gone I'm old school like a bag of Bonton Like the Mary Jane
