Eminem Must Be The Ganja lyrics

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Must Be The Ganja by Eminem Must Be The Ganja lyrics Songwriters: Batson, Mark; Lawrence, T; Mathers, Marshall; Parker, Duwuan; Young, Andre Romell; Yeah, oh, oh, yeah, yeah Oh, I feel like dancing I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's makin' me high I said, I smell something in the air that's makin' me high Okay, here we go, do re mi fa so, fa so la ti da so Lyrical Rosco, kick back the Tabasco You motherfuckers must just not know the tic-tock so Time to show you the most kick ass flow in the cosmos Picasso with a pick ax, a sick asshole Tic-tac-toe frozen six pack, with exacto 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, the boys and 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 and watch the show and just rock slow It's not what you expected nor what you thought so About 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 while I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me, I don't mind I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me while 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' the chills Spittin' 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 Llama And be calm or bring drama a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer Please, don't upset me, mama, you lookin' sexy, mama Don't know if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer Be used as extra toppin' the next time I make a pizza How many people you know 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 in and how they attacked the victim Say which murder weapon was used to do what and 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 while I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind I said its the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me while 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 a mic, dynamite is what it's kinda like You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryin' to light Behind the boards is 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 Lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome The spinning drama when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some Starting from scratch and then endin' up at the end enough Capable of bringin' a Pulitzer, strong believe a bullet's a Titanium, cranium that's full of surprises When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes You stare into your stereos high Good evenin', 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 while I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me while I'm so high Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me I don't mind

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