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Eminem

Must Be The Ganja

Eminem

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Dificuldade: media | Estilo: popular | Sentimento: animada, fe, adoracao | Ocasião: festa | Tags: hiphop, cover, engraçado, irreverente, festa, medio

"Must Be the Ganja", com credito para Eminem. Descricao complementar no catalogo: explicit. Essa gravacao aparece relacionada ao lancamento

"Relapse" (ano 2009, pais XW, status Official). Entre as tags publicas associadas a essa gravacao estao detroit hip-hop, hardcore rap, hip hop, midwest rap, rap. Os generos publicos relacionados a esse registro incluem hip hop. Marshall Bruce Mathers III mais conhecido pelo seu nome artístico Eminem, é um rapper, compositor, produtor musical e ator norte-americano. Adquiriu rápida popularidade em 1999 com o lançamento do disco The Slim Shady LP, o qual venceu o Grammy Award de Melhor Álbum de Rap do ano. O seu próximo trabalho, The Marshall Mathers LP, se tornou o álbum solo mais vendido na história dos Estados Unidos. Tal fato o tornou conhecido no mundo inteiro, e ajudou para a divulgação de sua gravadora, a Shady Records, e do seu grupo, o D12. Este artigo é sobre uma palavra em Hindustani. Para outros usos, consulte Ganja (desambiguação).

Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: FmCapotraste: Sem capotraste Song: Must Be The Ganja Artist: Eminem Album: Relapse (2009) Link: https://youtu.be/4X8cASMXjNY?si=ILcuaC-6yXktmIMZ -------------------------- [Intro] Fm Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, oh I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing Fm I smell something in the air that's making me (high) Fm I said, I smell something in the air that's making me high [Verse 1] Fm Okay, here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa-so-la-ti-da-so Fm Lyrical Roscoe, kick back the Tabasco Fm You motherfuckers must just not know the tick-tock, so Fm Time to show you the most kick-ass flow in the cosmos Fm Picasso with a pick-axe, a sick asshole Fm Tic-tac-toe 'cross your six-pack with X-ACTO Fm Knives, stranglin' wives with thick lasso Fm Big bags of the grass, Zig-Zags, I'm with the Doc, so Fm You know how that go, skull and the crossbones Fm This is poison to boys and girls who do not know Fm You do not wanna try this at home, my lil' vato Fm This is neither the time nor the place to get macho Fm So crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachos Fm Maybe some popcorn and watch the show and just rock slow Fm It's not what you expected, nor what you thought, so Fm 'Bout time that you wake the fuck up, smell the pot smoke [Chorus] Fm It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana Fm That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Fm Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Fm Whatever's got into me, I don't mind Fm I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana Fm That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Fm Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Fm Whatever's got into me, I don't mind [Verse 2] Fm Your dreams are gettin' fulfilled, ooh, I'm literally gettin' a chill Fm Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just finished splittin' a pill Fm You're submittin' to skill, sittin' still Fm I'm admittin' I'm beginnin' to feel like I don't think anyone's real Fm Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Lama Fm And be calm or bring drama, a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer Fm Please don't upset me, mama, you're lookin' sexy, mama Fm Don't know if it's the lala or the rum and Pepsi, mama Fm Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer Fm Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza Fm How many people you know who can name every serial Fm Killer who ever existed in a row? Fm Put 'em in chronological order, beginnin' with Jack the Ripper Fm Name the time and place from the body, the bag, the zipper Fm Location of the woods, where the body was dragged and then dumped Fm The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model, the make, the plate Fm And which model, which lake they found her in, how they attacked the victim Fm Say which murder weapon was used to do what in which one Fm Which knife and which gun, what kid, what wife, and which nun Fm Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the fuckin' night's just begun [Chorus] Fm It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana Fm That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Fm Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Fm Whatever's got into me, I don't mind Fm I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana Fm That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Fm Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Fm Whatever's got into me, I don't mind [Verse 3] Fm When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like Fm You're stuck with the same stick that you're tryna light Fm Behind the board sits Dre, legends are made this way Fm Isn't it safe to say this is the way it should be? Fm Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms Fm Here's a dosage of the antidote, now you give him some Fm He can give her some, she can give them some Fm Get behind a LinnDrum, make up a beat and cure the sucker syndrome Fm The spinnin' drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some Fm Startin' from scratch and then endin' up at the ending of Fm Capable of winnin' a Pulitzer, so unbelievable, it's a Fm Fm Titanium cranium that's full of surprises When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes Fm You stare into your stereos (high) Fm Good evening, this isn't even a weed thing Fm I ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drinking [Chorus] Fm It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana Fm That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Fm Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Fm Whatever's got into me, I don't mind Fm I said it's the ganja, it's the marijuana Fm That's creeping up on me, why I'm so high Fm Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Fm Whatever's got into me, I don't mind -----------------------------------
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