Intro:

Original rude bwoy... on your scene

Haha ha ha ha!

Everybody light your blunts get your smoke on

Hahah

All you bitches drop your drawers... witcha stinkin ass (stinkin ass)

Just roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed)

Verse One:

Aiyyo yes it's me the MC Grand Royal

Spittin that Newcleus I suggest you Jams On It

I'm not a role model I cracks the Beck's bottle

Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models

So inhale exhale what you smell?

Derail the frail blind MC off my trail

If he use braille, see I never been touched

Regulate the street tactics then parlay in the cut

Uhhahhh, lay back and hit this while I shit this

Flip this, get some ass flow at long distance

And plus I pack nine inches in my britches

And keep an instant lit for the funky ass bitches

Newark, New Jersey's on the map, ?comprende?

And confrontations start from the blunts and the Reme

And if an-y, MC out there wanna test

Call my boy Poppa C to put a slug in your vest

Chorus: [from _Whut? Thee Album_; "Tonight's Tha Night"]

Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine

By the waistline, kickin the hype shit

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop

(repeat 2X)

Verse Two:

Owwww, shit I'm just one hip nigga

Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture

What I deliver, over tracks and rivers

Is making your lungs collapse and quiver, it's the

PPP foundation in your ass

We be the bomb like that Oklahoma blast

Then outlast, a few clowns, sounds

Raps, stay bein the mack like Dru Down