I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's makin' me high I said, I smell something in the air that's makin' me high Okay here we go, do re mi fa so, fa sol la ti da so Lyrical roscoe, kick back a tobacco You mother***ers must just not know the tic tac toe Time to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmos Picasso with a pickaxe, a sick ass hole Tic tac toe, crush a six-pack with X-Acto Knives, strangling wives with thick lasso Big bags of the grass, zig zag time with the doxo You know how that go, skull in the crossbones This is poison to boys and girls who do not know You do not want to try this at home, my lovato This is neither the time nor the place to get macho So crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachos Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just ride slow It's not what you expected, know what you thought so About time that you wake the *** up, smell the pot smoke It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the henna that just got in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creepin' up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the henna that just got in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind Your dreams are getting fulfilled Ooh, I'm literally getting a chill, spitting at will Me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill You're submitting to skills, 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 Dalai Lama and be karma, bring drama I step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer Please don't upset me, mama You're looking sexy, mama Don't know what this, the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza How many people you know who can name every serial killer Whoever existed in a row Put them 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 to make the plate And which model, which leg they found during how they attacked the victim Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one Which knife and which gun, what kid would wife and which nun Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the ***ing nicest begun It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the hidden age that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind Say it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Maybe it's the hidden age that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like You're stuck with the same stick that you're trying to light Behind the boards, it's 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, sir, for your symptoms Here's a dosage of the antidote, now you give him some He can give her some, she can give them some Get behind the lindrum, make up a beat and kill the Sutter Syndrome The spinning drum when it comes to lyrics and pen and some Starting from scratch and then ending up at the ending of Capable of winning a bullet, sir, so unbelievable, it's a Titanium pranium that's full of, sir, prizes When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes You're staring to your stereo, so good evening This isn't even a weak thing, I ain't even smoke anything This ain't even a weak thing, I ain't even drink anything It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me while I'm so high Baby, it's the hidden agent that's guiding in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me while I'm so high Baby, it's the hidden agent that's guiding in me Whatever's got into me, I don't mind Hahahaha