Must Be the Ganja Lyrics – Eminem
In a tradition stemming back to his earliest albums, Eminem is always sure to include a “drug song” for your party mixes. Even though he was sober for the recording of this, he has plenty of experiences to draw back on in order to make this song "Must Be the Ganja".
| Song Name : | Must Be the Ganja |
| Album / Movie : | Replace |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, ohI feel like dancing, I feel like dancingI smell something in the air that’s making me (high)I said, I smell something in the air that’s making me high
Okay, here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa-so-la-ti-da-soLyrical Roscoe, kick back the TabascoYou motherfuckers must just not know the tick-tock, soTime to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmosPicasso with a pick-axe, a sick assholeTic-tac-toe ‘cross your six-pack with X-ACTOKnives, stranglin’ wives with thick lassoBig bags of the grass, Zig-Zags, I’m with the Doc, soYou know how that go, skull and the crossbonesThis is poison to boys and girls who do not knowYou do not wanna try this at home, my lil’ vatoThis is neither the time nor the place to get machoSo crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachosMaybe some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slowIt’s not what you expected, nor what you thought, so‘Bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke
It must be the ganja, it’s the marijuanaThat’s creeping up on me, why I’m so highMaybe it’s the Henny that has gotten in meWhatever’s got into me, I don’t mindI said it’s the ganja, it’s the marijuanaThat’s creeping up on me, why I’m so highMaybe it’s the Henny that has gotten in meWhatever’s got into me, I don’t mind
Your dreams are gettin’ fulfilled, ooh, I’m literally gettin’ a chillSpittin’ at will, me and Dre have just finished splittin’ a pillYou’re submittin’ to skill, sittin’ stillI’m admittin’ I’m beginnin’ to feel like I don’t think anyone’s realFaced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai LamaAnd be calm or bring drama, a step beyond a Jeffrey DahmerPlease don’t upset me, mama, you’re lookin’ sexy, mamaDon’t know if it’s the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mamaDon’t wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezerBe used as extra topping the next time I make a pizzaHow many people you know who can name every serialKiller who ever existed in a row?Put ’em in chronological order, beginnin’ with Jack the RipperName the time and place from the body, the bag, the zipperLocation of the woods, where the body was dragged and then dumpedThe trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plateAnd which model, which lake they found her in, how they attacked the victimSay which murder weapon was used to do what in which oneWhich knife and which gun, what kid, what wife, and which nunDon’t stop, I like this, it’s fun, the fuckin’ night’s just begun
It must be the ganja, it’s the marijuanaThat’s creeping up on me, why I’m so highMaybe it’s the Henny that has gotten in meWhatever’s got into me, I don’t mindI said it’s the ganja, it’s the marijuanaThat’s creeping up on me, why I’m so highMaybe it’s the Henny that has gotten in meWhatever’s got into me, I don’t mind
When I’m behind the mic, dynamite’s what it’s kinda likeYou’re stuck with the same stick that you’re tryna lightBehind the board sits Dre, legends are made this wayIsn’t it safe to say this is the way it should be?Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptomsHere’s a dosage of the antidote, now you give him someHe can give her some, she can give them someGet behind a LinnDrum, make up a beat and cure the sucker syndromeThe spinnin’ drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin’ someStartin’ from scratch and then endin’ up at the ending ofCapable of winnin’ a Pulitzer, so unbelievable, it’s aTitanium cranium that’s full of surprisesWhen the smoke rises right before your very own eyesYou stare into your stereos (high)Good evening, this isn’t even a weed thingI ain’t even smoke anything, I ain’t even drinking
It must be the ganja, it’s the marijuanaThat’s creeping up on me, why I’m so highMaybe it’s the Henny that has gotten in meWhatever’s got into me, I don’t mindI said it’s the ganja, it’s the marijuanaThat’s creeping up on me, why I’m so highMaybe it’s the Henny that has gotten in meWhatever’s got into me, I don’t mind