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

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

Ayo yes it's me the MC Royal
that Newcleus I suggest 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, what you
the frail blind MC off my trail
If he use braille, see I never touched
Regulate the street tactics parlay in the cut
Uhahh, lay back and hit this while I this
Flip this, get ass flow at long distance
And I pack nine inches in my britches
And an instant lit for the funky ass bitches
Newark, New on the map, comprende?
And confrontations from the blunts and the Reme
And if any, MC out there to test
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in vest

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

Ow, shit I'm just one hip
Shit is off the hook my crew is in the mixture
I deliver, over tracks and rivers
Is making your lungs collapse and quiver, the
PPP in your ass
We be the bomb like Oklahoma blast
outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, stay bein' the like 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 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 like
Then inject antidote to make you OD
You a better flower get the dough G and show me
I bet you I em more pussy than Jonsy (meow*)
And show em How High I am just from the (How High)
I it Naughty By Nature
Kick that shit that Maybelline could 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!)
lalala (smoke lalala)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
Smoke (smoke lalala)

Funk Doctor, got your ass down proper
Let me next derelicts, Binaca
I'ma Star at War, blunts, don't Chewbacca
The head banger for the marijuana shoppers
Lace the tracks with of artifacts
Make the police arrest me for givin' the
I'm the shitter, headbanger non-quitter
Twenty blunt a day nigga, whipper
I represent, commence to beat an
next to get that ass bent ten percent
I you boo pass off your jewels you lose 'cause
(I am so cool cool)
React opponent, I Got 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 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

Check, I walk the street 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