[Chris Tucker sample]nI know you don't smoke weed... I know this...but I'ma getchu high todaynn[Chiba]nTell me where you get itnWe get it from the Ganja LoungenTell me where you got it fromnWe got it from the Ganja LoungennG, A, N, J, AnG, A, N, J, AnnTell me where you get itnWe get it from the Ganja LoungenTell me where you got it fromnWe got it from the Ganja LoungennG, A, N, J, AnG, A, N, J, Ann[Suede]nYou're invited to the Ganja LoungenJust bring your bamboonThe Jamaican Coconut rum got my body going throughnDifferent emotionsnWatching the ocean turn into course bluenBlinking the screen, pelicans, palm treesnPaint the scenenNo clothes and bungalowsnG-strings, kaleidoscopesnThat's how a hunger lownI'm leaving a heavy loadnAt the Ganja LoungenWhere they be burning on poundsnWhere your women bring your lemonnCorona another soundnn[Chiba]nM' nah like niggaznM' nah like chumpsnM' nah like pussiesnM' nah like bumsnBut what I like is stolen nyanMya on my Thai sticknHeat brush hot desirenLipstick on my RegazelsnLike that backroom of the Ganja LoungenForeign ‘erbs in the airnScreaming words in the airnMy third triple-x scenenWith Chanel no. 19nGave her fancy footworknHad her put me on to Ilenen(Ganja...)nn[Suede]nWhen you fawn to your ganjanYour lover, her lovernDaytime we sailingnNighttime we hovernThen rock...the boatnAnd take me to that place I lovenAnd stop...and gonAnd then we puff anothernDump a cloud up my visionnThen a lounge where we livingnWhere the bezels is betternWhenever we fly with no pigeonsnAnd white sand walkwaysnDiamond crystal hallwaysnTitties, ya, alwaysnPussy, haze, and dark shadesnn[Chiba]nThe Lo WranglersnOf course we mix and matchingnWith Apache StrangersnFigured they Virgin IslandsnTill they walls Niagara FallsnMartini rasi body watersnHate was for the warnFornicated with Nazi bitchesnLiquorated chocolatenBraun Rico's RumnAn arm full of ZambucanGanja Lounge, Mega LoungenChicks having cocktailsnLo-a wearing Crown RoyalnSam Tory Royal WhiskeynReal tings in Ganja Lounge