Original rude bwoy on your scene

Haha ha ha ha!

Everybody light your blunts get your smoke on

Haha

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) Ayo 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 *** 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

Uhahh, lay back and hit this while I *** 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 any, MC out there want to test

Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype ***

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype ***

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop Ow, *** I'm just one hip nigga

*** 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 *** 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 cozy

Then dip low-key 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 *** that Maybelline could make-up, lace up (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 oh! (oh!)

Smoke lalala (smoke lalala)

Let me hear you go oh! (oh!)

Smoke lalala (smoke lalala) Funk Doctor, got your ass locked down proper

Let me next blast derelicts, Binaca

I'ma Star at War, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca

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 ***ter, headbanger non-quitter

Twenty blunt a day nigga, Land-cruise 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) Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype ***

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine

By the waistline, kickin' the hype ***

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop