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Original rude on your scene
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 roll weed (roll that weed)

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

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

Ow, shit I'm one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook my crew 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 like Oklahoma blast
Then outlast, a few clowns,
Raps, stay the mack like Dru Down
Ask me what I and I say, "It's the method!"
Funk off the I leave shit disconnected!
What's the of that town rollin' 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
Then 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 em How High I am just from the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it By Nature
Kick that rugged shit Maybelline could make-up, lace up

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

Doctor, got your ass locked down proper
Let me blast derelicts, Binaca
I'ma Star at War, smoke blunts, don't
The head banger boogie for the marijuana
the tracks with stacks of artifacts
Make the arrest me for givin' the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, non-quitter
Twenty a day nigga, Land-cruise whipper
I represent, commence to an instrument
Who's next to get that ass bent ten
I make you boo pass off jewels you lose 'cause
(I am so cool cool)
opponent, I Got Five On It
Met some hoochie, now I got on it
With two Coronas, I my opponents
To the niggaz, keep on! (motherfucker)

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

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