[Production by Erick Sermon]
~#**************#~
[Intro]
~#**************#~
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 1]
~#**************#~
Aiyyo, yes its me the MC Grand Royal
~#**************#~
Spittin that Newcleus I suggest you Jams On It
~#**************#~
Im not a role model I cracks the Becks bottle
~#**************#~
Smoke blunts, play pretty MCs 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, schizo ass flow at long distance
~#**************#~
And plus I pack nine inches in my britches
~#**************#~
And keep an incense lit for the funky ass bitches
~#**************#~
Newark, New Jerseys 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 “Tonights Da 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
~#**************#~
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
~#**************#~
[Verse 2]
~#**************#~
Owwww, shit Im 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, its 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, “Its the method!”
~#**************#~
Funk off the hook I leave shit disconnected!
~#**************#~
Whats the name of that town rollin up trees?
~#**************#~
Jersey smokin up the bom ba zee!
~#**************#~
It dont stop, you better move slowly
~#**************#~
I make that chest wet and cosy
~#**************#~
Then dip lowkey like OGs
~#**************#~
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 Josie *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 couldnt make-up, lace up
~#**************#~
[Interlude]
~#**************#~
(Yeah Funk Doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers)
~#**************#~
Smokin weed
~#**************#~
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, its 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 3]
~#**************#~
Funk Doctor, got your ass locked down proper
~#**************#~
Let me next blast derelicts, binaca
~#**************#~
Imma Star at War, smoke blunts, dont 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 Im the shitter, headbanger non-quitter
~#**************#~
Twenty blunt a day nigga, Landcruise whipper
~#**************#~
I represent, commence to beat an instrument
~#**************#~
Whos 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 up on it, 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 niggas, keep on! (motherfucker)
~#**************#~
[Chorus (from “Tonights Da 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
~#**************#~
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
