Must Be The Ganja Lyrics 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-ray-me-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da -so lyrical Roscoe,kick back a tobasco you motherfuckers musts just not know the tic-toc so time to show you the most kick ass flow in the cosmos Picasso with a pick-axe a sick asshole tic-tac-toe cross your six pack with X-acto knives, strangling wives with thic lasso big bags of the the grass, zig zags, im with the doc so you know how that go, skull and the cross bones this is poison, to boys and girls who do not know you do not want to try this at home my little 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, watch the show and just rock slow it's not what you expected, nor what you thought so bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke it must be the ganja it's the marijuana what's .creeping upon me why I'm so high maybe it's the henny 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 why I'm so high maybe it's the henny that has gotten 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 your submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm <b>...</b>