Must Be The Ganja

Letra de Must Be The Ganja

Yeah, ohh, 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 highOkay, 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 tick-tock, 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 lil' 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 smokeIt 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 mindYour dreams are gettin' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally gettin' a chill Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished splittin' a pill You're submittin' to skill, sittin' still I'm admittin' I'm beginnin' to feel like I don't think anyone's real Faced with a dilemma: I can be Dalai Lama And be calm or bring drama, a step beyond of Jeffrey Dahmer Please don't upset me, mama, you're lookin' 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 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, beginnin' 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, 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 begunIt 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 Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mindWhen I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryna light Behind the board 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 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 LinnDrum, make up a beat and cure the sucker syndrome The spinnin' drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some Startin' from scratch and then endin' up at the ending of Capable of winnin' 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 drinkingIt 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 It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping 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