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 $#&@ers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
Time to show you the mo kick $$# flow in the cosmos

Picasso with a pick axe a sick $$#hole
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 $#&@ up smell the pot smoke


It must be the ganja
It's the !@!@&&

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


It must be the Ganja
It's the !@!@&&

What's screeping upon me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's got 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 $#&@in ecstasy goes


It must be the ganja
It's the !@!@&&
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


It must be the Ganja
It's the !@!@&&
What's screeping upon me while I'm so high

Maybe it's the hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's got 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 !@!@&&
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

It must be the Ganja
It's the !@!@&&
What's screeping upon me while I'm so high

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