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

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

Ayo yes me the MC Grand Royal
Spittin' that I suggest you Jams On It
I'm not a role model I the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex
So inhale, exhale, what you
Derail the frail blind MC off my
If he use braille, see I been 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 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 blunts and the
And if any, MC out there to test
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your

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

Ow, shit I'm one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the
What I deliver, over tracks and
Is making your collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP foundation in ass
We be the bomb like that Oklahoma
Then outlast, a few clowns,
Raps, stay 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 name of that town up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It stop, you better move slowly
I make that wet and cozy
Then dip like OG's
Then inject that antidote to you OD
You know a better get the dough G and show me
I bet you I make em more pussy than (meow*)
And show em How High I am just from the (How High)
I it Naughty By Nature
Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, up

(Yeah Funk Doctor, represent one for all the blunt smokers)
weed
(Yeah yeah, yeah, it's 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 locked down
Let me blast 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 arrest me for the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, non-quitter
Twenty blunt a day nigga, Land-cruise
I represent, commence to an instrument
Who's next to get that ass bent ten
I make you boo pass off your jewels you lose
(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 walk 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, make speakers pop

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