Must Be The Ganja lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, ohh, yeah yeah, ohh

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

[Verse 1]

Okay, here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa-so-la-ti-da-so

Lyrical rascal, kick back the Tabasco

You motherfuckers must just not know the tick-tock, so

Time to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmos

Picasso with a pick axe, a sick asshole

Tic-tac-toe comes with six-pack with Exacto

Knives, strangling wives with thick lasso

Big bags of the grass, Zig-Zags, I'm with the Doc, so

You know how that go, skull and the crossbones

This is poison to boys and girls who do not know

You do not want to try this at home, my lil' vato

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 rock slow

It's not what you expected, nor what you thought, so

'Bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke

[Chorus]

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana

That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high

Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten 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, why I'm so high

Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me

Whatever's got into me, I don't mind

[Verse 2]

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 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 Dalai Lama

And be calm or bring drama, a step beyond of Jeffrey Dahmer

Please don't upset me, mama, you're looking sexy, mama

Don't know if it's 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 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 model, which lake they found her in

How they attacked the victim

Say which murder weapon was used to do what in which one

Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife, and which nun

Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fucking night's just begun

[Chorus]

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana

That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high

Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten 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, why I'm so high

Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me

Whatever's got into me, I don't mind

[Verse 3]

When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like

You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryna light

Behind the board sits 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 serum 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 a LinnDrum

Make up a beat and kill the sucker syndrome

The spinning drum when it comes to lyrics and penning some

Starting from scratch and then ending up at the ending of

Capable of winning a Pulitzer

So unbelievable, it's a titanium cranium that's full of sur–

–prises when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes

You stare into your stereos (high)

Good evening, this isn't even a weed thing

I ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drinking

[Chorus]

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana

That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high

Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me

Whatever's got into me, I don't mind

It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana

That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high

Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me

Whatever's got into me, I don't mind

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:Relapse (2009)