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Original bwoy on your scene
ha ha ha!
Everybody light blunts get your smoke on

All you drop your drawers, witcha stinkin' ass (stinkin' ass)
Just that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed)

Ayo yes me the MC Grand Royal
Spittin' Newcleus I suggest you Jams On It
I'm not a role I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex
So inhale, exhale, you smell?
Derail the blind MC off my trail
If he use braille, see I never touched
Regulate the tactics then parlay in the cut
Uhahh, lay back and hit while I shit this
this, get some ass flow at long distance
And plus I pack nine in my britches
And keep an instant lit for the funky ass
Newark, New Jersey's on the map,
And confrontations from the blunts and the Reme
And if any, MC out there want to
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in vest

Check, I around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, the hype shit
So turn the up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your pop

Check, I walk around the street with the black tec
By the waistline, kickin' the shit
So the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, your speakers pop

Ow, shit I'm one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the
What I deliver, tracks and rivers
Is making lungs collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP in your ass
We be the like that Oklahoma blast
outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, bein' the mack like Dru Down
Ask me what I and I say, "It's the method!"
off the hook I leave shit disconnected!
What's the name of that rollin' up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It stop, you better move slowly
I that chest wet and cozy
Then dip low-key OG's
Then inject that antidote to you OD
You a better flower get the dough G and show me
I bet you I make em more pussy Jonsy (meow*)
And show em How High I am from the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it By Nature
Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, up

(Yeah Doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers)
weed
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how we do)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
lalala (smoke lalala)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
Smoke (smoke lalala)

Doctor, got your ass locked down proper
Let me next derelicts, Binaca
I'ma at War, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca
The head banger boogie for the marijuana
Lace the tracks stacks of artifacts
Make the police me for givin' the cardiac
I'm the shitter, headbanger non-quitter
Twenty blunt a day nigga, whipper
I represent, commence to beat an
next to get that ass bent ten percent
I make you boo pass off jewels you lose 'cause
(I am so cool cool)
opponent, I Got Five On It
Met some hoochie, now I got on it
two Coronas, I dominate my opponents
To the niggaz, keep on! (motherfucker)

Check, I walk the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, the hype shit
So the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your pop

Check, I walk the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype
So the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make speakers pop