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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 roll that weed (roll that weed) just that weed (roll that weed)

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

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

Ow, I'm just one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the
What I deliver, over tracks and
Is making lungs collapse and quiver, it's the
PPP in your ass
We be the bomb like that Oklahoma
outlast, a few clowns, sounds
Raps, bein' the mack like Dru Down
Ask me what I and I say, "It's the method!"
Funk off the hook I shit disconnected!
What's the name of that town up trees?
(Jersey up the bom ba zee!)
It don't stop, you move slowly
I that chest wet and cozy
dip low-key like 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 than Jonsy (meow*)
And em How High I am just from the nosebleed (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)
Smokin'
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how we do)
Let me you go oh! (oh!)
Smoke (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, smoke blunts, Chewbacca
The head banger boogie for the marijuana
Lace the tracks with stacks of
Make the police me for givin' the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, non-quitter
Twenty a day nigga, Land-cruise whipper
I represent, commence to beat an
Who's next to get that ass ten percent
I make you boo off your jewels you lose '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 tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype
So the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make speakers pop

Check, I walk around the street 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