Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh I feel like dancing I feel like dancing



I smell something in the air that's making me (high) I said I smell something in the air that's making me high 



Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da so

Lyrical rise flow, give back the tobasco

You mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs

Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos 

Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshole She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto

Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so

You know how that go, skull and the crossbones

This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know

You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice)

This is niether the time or the place to get macho

So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos

Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow

It's not what you expected, tho what you thought though

Bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke



It must be the ganja It's the marijuana What's screeping upon me while I'm so high

Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind



Your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the chills 

Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill

You're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel

Like I don't think anyone's real, 

Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer

Please don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,

 Don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama

Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,

Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza

How many people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,

Put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper, 

Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,

Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped, 

The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate

And which motel which lake they found her in, 

And how they attacked the victim,

Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one,

Which night it was done, what kid would write there was none, 

So sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes



It must be the ganja It's the marijuana What's screeping upon me while I'm so high

Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind



When I'm behind a mic dynamite is what it's kinda like

Get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to light

Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made this way

Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?

Maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms

Heres a dosage of the antidote now you give him some, 

He can give her some, she can give him some

Get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome

You're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm

Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up

Capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a Titanium brain that's full of, surprises

When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes

You stare into your stereos eyes

Good evening, this ain't even a weed thing, 

I didn't even smoke anything, I didn't even drink anything 



It must be the ganja It's the marijuana

What's screeping upon me while I'm so high

Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me

Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind