Relapse CD: Must Be the Ganja Lyrics [Intro] 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! [Verse 1] Ok here we go, Do-re-mi-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da-tso 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 six-pack, 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 boys and girls who do not know You do not wanna try this at home my lovato 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 [Chorus] 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 [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 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 king drama a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahma 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 it's a Titanium cranium that's full of surprises 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 [Chorus] 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