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

All you bitches drop your drawers, witcha ass (stinkin' ass)
Just that weed (roll that weed) just 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?
Derail the blind MC off my trail
If he use braille, see I been touched
Regulate the street tactics then in the cut
Uhahh, lay back and hit this I shit this
Flip this, get some ass at long distance
And I pack nine inches in my britches
And keep an instant lit for the ass bitches
Newark, New Jersey's on the map,
And confrontations start from the and the Reme
And if any, MC out there want to
my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest

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

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

Ow, I'm just one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook when my is in the mixture
What I deliver, tracks and rivers
Is your lungs collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP in your ass
We be the bomb that Oklahoma blast
outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, bein' 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 of that town rollin' up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It don't stop, you better move
I make that chest wet and
Then dip low-key like
Then inject that antidote to you OD
You know a better flower get the dough G and me
I bet you I make em more pussy than (meow*)
And show em How I am just from the nosebleed (How High)
I it Naughty By Nature
Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline make-up, lace up

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

Funk Doctor, got your ass locked proper
Let me blast derelicts, Binaca
I'ma Star at War, smoke blunts, Chewbacca
The head banger boogie for the shoppers
the tracks with stacks of artifacts
Make the police me for givin' the cardiac
I'm the shitter, headbanger non-quitter
Twenty blunt a day nigga, Land-cruise
I represent, commence to beat an
Who's to get that ass bent ten percent
I make you boo pass off your jewels you 'cause
(I am so cool cool)
React opponent, I Got 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 walk around the street with the black tec
By the waistline, kickin' the shit
So turn the volume up a
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 shit
So turn the volume up a
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, your speakers pop