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

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

Ayo yes it's me the MC Grand
Spittin' that Newcleus I you Jams On It
I'm not a model 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
Regulate the street tactics then in the cut
Uhahh, lay back and hit this I shit this
Flip this, get some ass flow at long
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 from the and the Reme
And if any, MC out there to test
my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest

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

Check, I walk around the street 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

Ow, I'm just one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook my crew is in the mixture
I deliver, over tracks and rivers
Is making lungs collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP in your ass
We be the bomb that Oklahoma blast
outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, stay bein' the mack 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 rollin' up
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It don't stop, you move slowly
I make chest wet and cozy
Then dip low-key like
Then inject antidote to make you OD
You know a 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 just the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it Naughty By
Kick that shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace 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!)
Smoke (smoke lalala)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
lalala (smoke lalala)

Funk Doctor, got your ass locked proper
Let me next derelicts, Binaca
I'ma Star at War, smoke blunts, Chewbacca
The head banger for the marijuana shoppers
the tracks with stacks of artifacts
Make the police me for givin' the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, headbanger
Twenty blunt a day nigga, Land-cruise
I represent, commence to beat an
Who's next to get that ass 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
two Coronas, I dominate my opponents
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 volume up a
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your pop

Check, I walk around the 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