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

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

Ayo yes me the MC Grand Royal
that Newcleus I suggest you Jams On It
I'm not a role I cracks the Beck's bottle
blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models
So inhale, exhale, you smell?
the frail blind MC off my trail
If he use braille, see I been touched
the street tactics then parlay in the cut
Uhahh, lay back and hit while I shit this
Flip this, get some ass flow at long
And I pack nine inches in my britches
And an instant lit for the funky ass bitches
Newark, New Jersey's on the map,
And confrontations start from the blunts and the
And if any, MC out there to test
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your

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

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

Ow, shit I'm just one hip
is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture
What I deliver, tracks and rivers
Is making your lungs collapse and quiver, the
PPP foundation in ass
We be the like that Oklahoma blast
Then outlast, a few clowns,
Raps, stay the mack like Dru Down
Ask me I smoke and I say, "It's the method!"
off the hook I leave shit disconnected!
What's the name of that town up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It don't stop, you move slowly
I make that chest wet and
Then dip low-key OG's
inject that antidote to make you OD
You a better flower get the dough G and show me
I bet you I make em more than 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, it's how we do)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
lalala (smoke lalala)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
Smoke (smoke lalala)

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

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

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