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the best, the best)
Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice environment, surprised entirely
Hypnotized by the sound I surround
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
Most niggas get it confused, right?
Huh, they think it's all chronic and palm trees
Out this motherfucker, bitches in bikinis, listen, huh
Some
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
cap)
Only two bags of buddah, (to chronic sacks)
Cause it ain't where you from it's where you at
Rollin' dice with plum gettin' high in the park
your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
drop top Phantom,
I'm skating on 'em, look around,
All the bitch niggas hating on him,
Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them,
Big cars, big wheels,
too.
pressure by the cops now .&niqqas haten on ya do .
see i aint step on no toes to get here .
this hard work . young'n gotta flow. the shit's clear.
(nuttin to do)
Uhh, I'm interrupted by a phone ring
Sometimes I wish I never
Got the motherfuckin thing
"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who dis?
ready to do it again
Light that chronic, where my gin?
They lettin' real niggas up out of the pen
Roller skate, now roll again
I hit my sweet spot,
raw dick ya?
You must be crazy, smokin that chronic
I take you to the motel, and put my rubber on it
and hope it don't bust, so I can stay alive
the sky
A lot of people smoke just to get by
But I see things much differently
Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically
Put it in a letter so you
the mean, the leader's showing ya
King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia
Blunt condition chronic and I don't mean that pneumonia
So shorty you and your
Surrounded by the drama, oh, yeah
Need to get my conscience back
I can feel chronic in my chest
Sometimes I feel like I'm runnin' out of breath
Hustlin'
if you take some time to listen
Dear Mr. Christian
Man I'm on that chronic
Higher than a comet
Sippin' gin and tonic
Drinking till I vomit
Tatted
was one of a kind and a fine - hm
I once was infatuated by the things that you do
But now you're doodoo
It's all about respectin yourself
In order
bitches), pull her by her hair (bad ass bitches)
Chronic in the air (bad ass bitches)
You don't need underwear (bad ass bitches)
You fuckin' with a player
in my Louboutins, fuck New Balance (damn!)
San Vanadria, how me and BP (heh)
Sellin' chronic like it's Snoop Dogg, that was '93
Blue coupe, red
wit a couple niggas who ride
Look fella
Trees yellin'
Just by the smell you can tell us
Chronic I smoke hella
My pockets want mozzarella
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