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

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

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

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

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

Ow, shit I'm one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the
What I deliver, over tracks and
Is making your collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP in your 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!"
Funk off the hook I shit disconnected!
What's the of that town rollin' up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It don't stop, you better slowly
I make that wet and cozy
Then dip like OG's
inject that antidote to make you OD
You know a better flower get the 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 it Naughty By Nature
Kick that rugged shit that could make-up, lace up

(Yeah Funk Doctor, represent one time for all the smokers)
Smokin'
(Yeah yeah, yeah, it's how we do)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
Smoke (smoke lalala)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
lalala (smoke lalala)

Funk Doctor, got your ass locked down
Let me next blast derelicts,
I'ma Star at War, smoke blunts, Chewbacca
The head banger for the marijuana shoppers
Lace the tracks stacks of artifacts
Make the arrest me for givin' the cardiac
I'm the shitter, headbanger non-quitter
Twenty blunt a day nigga, whipper
I represent, commence to beat an
Who's next to get ass bent ten percent
I make you boo off your 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 around the street the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype
So turn the up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your pop

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