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Eminem

Genres: Hip-Hop

It Must Be The Ganja Lyrics - Eminem

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 said I smell something in the air that's making me high 

 

Ok 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 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 crossbones 

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 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 smoke 

 

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It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana 

That's creepin' 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 creepin' 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 

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 be calm or bring drama 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 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 

 

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It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana 

That's creepin' 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 creepin' 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 

 

When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like 

You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryin' to light 

Behind 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 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 Linn drum 

Make up a beat and kill the sucker syndrome 

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

Starting from scratch and then 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 

 

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana 

That's creepin' 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 creepin' 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 

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