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Must Be the Ganja Lyrics
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/
CHORUS
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/
CHORUS
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-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/
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/
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/
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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good smoking eminem song. a little confusing whether he is getting high or not
yeah i've listened to this songs quite a few times but i still can't figure out whether hes saying hes sober or actually smoking and drinking. not that it really matters that much, he kills it anyway haha.
yeah i've listened to this songs quite a few times but i still can't figure out whether hes saying hes sober or actually smoking and drinking. not that it really matters that much, he kills it anyway haha.
These lyrics are all wrong. Not just parts of them, but most of them. I have the correct lyrics. I typed them up out of the CD insert. If anyone wants them, let me know. Please quit reading these pathetically incorrect lyrics. It's a shame to Marshall.
@KrissyKris87 i need em.. Throw em on the reply, i'll collect it
@KrissyKris87 i need em.. Throw em on the reply, i'll collect it
"say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one, which knife and which gun, what kid what wife and which nun"
i can relate to this whole album but every page has the incorrect lyrics. everyhwere,.
the line following the corrected lyrics from Mr. Ted should be: "no stop i like this it's fun, the fuckin' ecstasy is gone."
oh and it's: "your dreams of getting the pill, ohh i'ma literally getting the chills."
oh and it's: "your dreams of getting the pill, ohh i'ma literally getting the chills."
on my version i don't hear the word ecstasy. it sounds like it was morphed from censoring? wth? only has one syllable.
on my version i don't hear the word ecstasy. it sounds like it was morphed from censoring? wth? only has one syllable.
the flow sounds sick during the "which knife and which gun, what kid what wife and which nun line.
the flow sounds sick during the "which knife and which gun, what kid what wife and which nun line.
What the hell is so hard about putting the correct lyrics? How old are you people? lol, its "no stop I like this it's fun, the fuckin' nights just begun" ffs....
What the hell is so hard about putting the correct lyrics? How old are you people? lol, its "no stop I like this it's fun, the fuckin' nights just begun" ffs....
yeah these are way wrong, if you look at the actual liner notes that come with the cd, you'll find the correct lyrics
which night it was done, what kid would write there was none, so sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes
is actually
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
once again, if the lyrics you transcribe don't make sense, they're probably not right! and it's ironic that the transcription had sloppy in it.
this album is dissapointing...no where near the eminem show... :(
this is one of my favourite songs on relapse.
Always thought he said ''this is poison and the poison grows, you do not know''. It made so much sense... I was always disappointed when I found out I was mishearding that.