Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh

I feel like dancing
I feel like dancing

I smell something in the air thats making me (high)
I said I smell something in the air thats making me high

ok here we go, do-ray-me-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da -so
lyrical Roscoe,kick back a tobasco
you motherfuckers musts just not know the tic-toc so
time to show you the most kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick-axe a sick asshole
tic-tac-toe cross your six pack with
X-acto
knives, strangling wives with thic lasso
big bags of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so
you know how that go, skull and the cross bones
this is poison, to boys and girls who do not know
you do not want to try this at home my little vato
this is neither the time nor the place to get macho
so crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
maybe some popcorn, watch the show and just rock slow
it's not what you expected, nor what you thought so
bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

it must be the ganja
it's the marijuana
what's .creeping upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the henny that has gotten in me
whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

it must be the Ganja
it's the marijuana
what's creeping upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the henny that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I don't mind

your dreams are getting fulfilled, ooh i'm literally getting a chill
spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
your submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
like I don't think anyone's real,
faced with a dilemma, I can be Dahli Lama and be calm or bring drama step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
please don't upset me mamma, you lookin sexy mamma,
don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mamma
don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
be used as extra topping next time I make a pizza
how many people you know who can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
the trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
and which model which lake they found her in,
and how they attacked the victim,
say which murder weapon was used to do what in which one,
which knife and which gun, what kid what wife and which nun,
don't stop i like this it's fun,
the fuckin' night's just begun

it must be the ganja
it's the marijuana
what's creeping upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the henny that has gotten in me
whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

it must be the Ganja
it's the marijuana
what's creeping upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the henny that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I don't mind

when I'm behind a mic dynamite's what it's kinda like
you're stuck with the same stick that you're trying to light
behind the boards sits Dre, legends are made this way
isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
maybe you need some lyric serum syrup for your symptoms
here's a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
he can give her some, she can give him some
get behind a linn drum, make up a beat and cure the sucker syndrome
the spinnin' drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some
starting from scratch and then ending up at the end endin' of
capable of winning a Pulitzer so unbelievable it's a titanium cranium that's full of, surprises
when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
you stare into your stereos high
good evening, this isn't even a weed thing,
I ain't even smoke anything , I ain't even drink anything

it must be the ganja
it's the marijuana
what's creeping upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the henny that has gotten in me
whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

it must be the Ganja
it's the marijuana
what's creeping upon me why I'm so high
maybe it's the henny that has gotten in me
whatever's got into me I don't mind

Send "Must Be the Ganja" Ringtone to your Cell

blog comments powered by Disqus