Eric "Jesus" Coomes - 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] 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]