Must Be The Ganja

INTRO:

I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing/

I 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:

(Okay here we go) do-re-me-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da-so/

Lyrical Roscoe kick back a Tabasco/

You motherfuckers must 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, stranglin' wives with thick lasso/

Big bags of the grass, Zig Zags, I'm 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 wanna 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 that you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke/



CHORUS:

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana/

That's creeping up on 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/

I said it's the ganja it's the marijuana/

That's creeping up on 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/



VERSE 2:

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 Jeffery Dahmer/

Please don't upset me mamma, yer lookin' sexy mamma/

Don't know if it's the la-la or the rum and Pepsi mamma/

Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer/

Be used as extra topping the 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 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/



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VERSE 3:

When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like/

You're stuck with the same stick that your tryin' to light/

Behing 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 hime 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 ending up at the endin' of/

Capable of winning a Pulitzer so unbelievable it's a/

Titanium cranium that's full of sur-/

Prises 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 drinking/



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