Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Must Be The Ganja, artist - Eminem. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Must Be The Ganja |
| Must be the Ganja |
| It’s the marihuana |
| Thats creeping 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 |
| Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh |
| I feel like dancing |
| I feel like dancing |
| I smell something in the air thats making me (high) |
| I said I smell something in the air thats making me high |
| Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa so la di fa so |
| Lyrical rise flow, give back the Tabasco |
| You mother fuckers musta not 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, im 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 neither 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 f*ck up smell the pot smoke |
| It must be the ganja |
| It’s the marijuana |
| Thats creeping 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 marijuana |
| What’s creeping 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 fulfilled, I am 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 knife and which gun, which kid, what wife or which nun? |
| No stop I like this it’s fun, the fuckin night’s just begun |
| It must be the ganja |
| It’s the marijuana |
| That’s creeping 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 marijuana |
| 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 its 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 still unbelievable bullets a |
| Titanium brain that’s full of, surprises |
| When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes |
| You stare into your stereos high |
| 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 |
| That’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 marijuana |
| That’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 |