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

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

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

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

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

Ow, shit I'm one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook when my is in the mixture
I deliver, over tracks and rivers
Is making lungs collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP foundation in ass
We be the bomb like that Oklahoma
outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, stay bein' the mack like Dru
Ask me what I and I say, "It's the method!"
Funk off the hook I 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 wet and cozy
Then dip low-key OG's
Then inject that to make you OD
You know a flower get the dough G and show me
I bet you I make em more than Jonsy (meow*)
And em How High I am just from the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it Naughty By
Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline make-up, lace up

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

Funk Doctor, got ass locked down proper
Let me next blast derelicts,
Star at War, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca
The head boogie for the marijuana shoppers
Lace the with stacks of artifacts
the police arrest me for givin' the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, non-quitter
Twenty blunt a day nigga, Land-cruise
I represent, to beat an instrument
next to get that ass bent ten percent
I make you boo pass off your 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 dominate my
To the hardcore niggaz, on! (motherfucker)

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