Must Be The Ganja
[Intro]I feel like dancing, I feel like dancingI smell something in the air that's making me high!I said, I smell something in the air that's making me high!
[Verse 1]Ok, here we go, Do-re-mi-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti soLyrical rascal, kick back the TabascoYou motherfucker's must just not know the tick-tock, soTime to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmosPicasso with a pick axe, a sick assholeTic-tac-toe comes with 6-pack, with ExactoKnives, strangling wives with thick lasso3 bags of the grass, Zig Zags. I'm with the Doc, soYou know how that go, skull and the crossbonesThis is poison to boys and girls who do not knowYou do not want to try this at home, my lil vatoThis is neither the time nor the place to get machoSo crack a 6-pack, sit back with some nachosMaybe some popcorn, watch the show and just rock slowIt's not what you expected, not what you thought soBout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke
[Hook]It must be the Ganja, it's the marijuanaThat's creeping upon me, why I'm so highMaybe it's the Henny, that has gotten in meWhatever's got into me, I don't mind
[Verse 2]Your dreams are getting fulfilled oh, I'm literally getting a chillSpitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pillYou're submitting to skill, sitting stillI'm admitting I'm beginning to feel like I don't think anyone's realFaced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Lama and be calmerBring drama a step beyond a Jeffrey DahmerPlease don't upset me mama, you're looking sexy mamaDon't know if it's the lala, or the rum and Pepsi mamaDon't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezerBe used as extra topping then next time I make a pizzaHow many people you know that can name every serial killerWho ever existed in a row, put them in chronological orderBeginning with Jack the RipperName the time and place from the body, the bag, the zipperLocation of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumpedThe trunk that they was stuffed in, the model, the make, the plateAnd which model, which lake they found herAnd how they attacked the victimSay what murder weapon was used to do what on which oneWhich knife and which gun, what kid, what wife and which nunDon't stop, I like this it's fun, the fucking night's just begun
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[Verse 3]When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda likeYou're stuck with the same stick that you're trying to lightBehind the boards, it's Dre, legends are made this wayIsn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptomsHere's a dosage of the antidote, now you give him someHe can give her some, she can give them someGet behind a LinnDrum, make up a beat and kill the sucker syndromeThe spinning drum when it comes to lyrics and penning someStarting from scratch and then ending up at the ending ofCapable of winning a Pulitzer, so unbelievable, it's aTitanium cranium that's full of surprisesWhen the smoke rises, right before your very own eyesYou stare into your stereos (high)Good evening, this isn't even a weed thingI ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drinking
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