Must Be The Ganja(Album Version (Edited))

歌詞

Yeah, oh, yeah yeah... Oh 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 Okay here we go, Do-re-mi-fa-so fa-so-la-ti-da-so Lyrical Roscoe, kick back the 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 crossbones 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 and 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 It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi 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 creepin' up on me why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi 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 have just finished splitting a pill You're 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 And be calm or bring drama a step beyond a Please don't upset me mama, you're looking sexy mama Don't know if it's the lala, or the rum and Pepsi mama Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer Be used as extra topping, then 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 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 It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi 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 creepin' up on me why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me I don't mind When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryin' to light Behind the boards sits , legends are made this way Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms Here's a dosage of the antidote now you give him some He can give her some, she can give them some, get behind a Make up a beat and kill the sucker syndrome The spinnin' drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some Starting from scratch and then ending up at the ending of Capable of winning a 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 It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi 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 creepin' up on me why I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me I don't mind