[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]
Ok, here we go
Do-re-mi-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da-so
Lyrical rascal
Kick back the Tabasco
You motherf**er's must just not know the tick-tock, so
Time to show you the most kick-a** flow in the cosmos
Pica**o with a pick axe, a sick a**hole
Tic-tac-toe comes with 6-pack with Exacto
Knives
Strangling wives with thick la**o
Big bags of the gra**, 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 want to try this at home, my lil vato
This is neither the time nor the place to get macho
So crack a 6-pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show
And just rock slow
It's not what you expected, not what you thought, so
Bout time that you wake the f** up, smell the pot smoke
[Hook]
It must be the Ganja, it's the marijuana
That's creeping 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 sk**, 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 s**y, 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 the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know
Who can name every serial k**er 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 lake they found her in
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 f**ing night's just begun
[Hook]
[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 trying to 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 LinnDrum
Make up a beat and k** the s**er syndrome
The spinning drum when it comes to lyrics and penning some
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the ending 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
[Hook]