Original rude bwoy... on your scene
 Haha  ha ha ha!
 Everybody light your blunts  get your smoke on
 Hahah
 All you bitches drop your drawers... witcha stinkin ass (stinkin ass)
 Just roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed)

 Verse One:

 Aiyyo  yes it's me the MC Grand Royal
 Spittin that Newcleus I suggest you Jams On It
 I'm not a role model I cracks the Beck's bottle
 Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models
 So inhale exhale what you smell?
 Derail the frail blind MC off my trail
 If he use braille, see I never been touched
 Regulate the street tactics then parlay in the cut
 Uhhahhh, lay back and hit this while I shit this
 Flip this, get some ass flow at long distance
 And plus I pack nine inches in my britches
 And keep an instant lit for the funky ass bitches
 Newark, New Jersey's on the map, ?comprende?
 And confrontations start from the blunts and the Reme
 And if an-y, MC out there wanna test
 Call my boy Poppa C to put a slug in your vest

 Chorus: [from _Whut? Thee Album_; "Tonight's Tha Night"]

 Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
 By the waistline, kickin the hype shit
 So turn the volume up a notch
 And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop
 (repeat 2X)

 Verse Two:

 Owwww, shit I'm just one hip nigga
 Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture
 What I deliver, over tracks and rivers
 Is making your lungs collapse and quiver, it's the
 PPP foundation in your ass
 We be the bomb like that Oklahoma blast
 Then outlast, a few clowns, sounds
 Raps, stay bein the mack like Dru Down
 Ask me what I smoke and I say, "It's the method!"
 Funk off the hook I leave shit disconnected!
 What's the name of that town rollin up trees?
 [Jersey smokin up the bom ba zee!]
 It don't stop, you better move slowly
 I make that chest wet and cosy
 Then dip lowkey like OG's
 Then inject that antidote to make you OD
 You know a better flower get the dough G and show me
 I bet you I make em more pussy than Jonsy *meow*
 And show em How High I am just from the nosebleed (How High)
 I keep it Naughty By Nature
 Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace up

 Interlude:

 (Yeah Funk Doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers)
 Smokin weed
 (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, it's how we do)
 Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! (ooooohhhh!)
 Smoke lalala (smoke lalala)
 Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! (oooohhhhh!)
 Smoke lalala (smoke lalala)

 Verse Three:

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

 Chorus