Must Be The Ganja

[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 smell something in the air that's making me high!

Ok here we go, Do-re-mi-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti so

Lyrical rascal, kick back the tobasco

You motherfucker's must just not know the tic-tac-so

Time to show you the most kickass flow in the cosmos

Picasso with a pickaxe, a sick asshole

tic-tac-toe comes with sixpack, with exact doe

Knives, strangling wives with dick-lasso

3 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 poison girls who do not know

You do not wanna try this at home my novato

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, not what you thought so

Bout time you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke

It must be the Ganja, it's the marijuana

That's creepin' 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

I said it's the Ganja, it's the marijuana

That's creepin' 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

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 Dalai Lama

And become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer

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 that can name every serial killer?

Who ever existed in a row, put them 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 was stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate

And which model, which state they found her and how they attacked the victim

Say what murder weapon was used to do what on 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' 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

I said it's the Ganja, it's the marijuana

That's creepin' 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 the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like

You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryna light

Behind the boards, it's 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 lint drum, make up a beat and kill the sucker syndrome

The spinning drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some

Starting from scratch and then ending up at the ending of

Capable of winning her, Bullets are, so unbelievable its a

Titanium cranium that's full of suprises

When the smoke rises, right before your very own eyes

You stare into your stereos (hi)

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' 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

I said it's the Ganja, it's the marijuana

That's creepin' 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