Yo, I'm a dedicate this to everybody that was at Woodstock '99   DMX, Limp Bizkit, Sheryl Crow, amongst many   Yo, just before I got on stage, this chick came on to me   She offered me sumthin', it looked kinda strange   It was in a bag, I said, "Yo, girl, let me talk to you real quick"      Yo, I don't sniff cocaine 'cause it mess up my brain   For sexual stimulation I never did no Ecstasy   I don't pop pills, I never did no LSD   But I wouldn't mind a kiss from Ms. Mary      'Cause she's homegrown an' you can hold her in her backyard   She's homegrown an' you can get a kiss in her backyard      I remember when I was a young boy   I went to my grandad, "So Daddy can I get a puff?"   He looked at me, he says "Son, man, you're too young kid   When you get older now an' you understand that   I let you get one kiss from Ms. Mary"      'Cause she's homegrown an' you can grow her in her backyard   She's homegrown an' you can hold her in her backyard   If she allows you to you can roll her up      She's homegrown an' you can kiss her in her backyard   She's homegrown, I like to be with you Ms. Mary in your backyard      That's when she looked at me an' she said   "Wyclef, this' what I want you to do, son   Come on, inhale, exhale, exhale, inhale, inhale, exhale   Now hold it now, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale   Exhale, inhale, now breath in my face"      Mary J, Mary J      She said that   She's homegrown an' you can grow her in her backyard   She's homegrown, she said, "'Clef, I'll kiss you in my backyard"      An' my daddy don't need to know she said that   "I'm homegrown an' you can grow me in your backyard   I'm homegrown an' you don't need to worry for my backyard"      That's when I said, "I'ma get in trouble, I gotta go, girl"   This' what she said   Laa la la la, strictly la la, to take me higher an' higher   Laa la la la, strictly la la, to take me higher an' higher   Laa la la la, strictly la la, to take me higher      I'm about to take it higher   Come on y'all   I'm about to take it higher   Come on y'all, come on      Yo, I want for everybody sleepin' on my guitar skills   It's about to beat on right about now   Turn my guitar up, yo      What up Jimi Hendrix? I'll see you, baby   Yo, Carlos Santana, thanks for the lessons, baby   Yo, Steve Rod, I ain't forgettin' you, man   To the godfather, B.B. King an' to my man, Eric Clapton      I think I'm forgettin' somebody, man   The Artist, ha ha, yo, Jerry Wonder, man   You're playin' that bass like Bootsie Collins, man   Don't hurt 'em, baby boy, Sedeck