Lyrics:
I'm Big choppa
Hold on who is watching
I don't give a fuck
Get the chronic
Nigga get it poppin
I'm just tryna see what's up
With this baby girl
moving
Got me fuckedd
Rolling woods
Puffing on chronic
204 that's where we from
My heart be chilly
All we know is trauma pain
That's why we tough
That's
exotic she know that I am doper than some chronic
Throw that ass back girl I wanna see you drop it
She be going full throttle when she ride it
No brakes
a cup
It would be filled to the brim
Just a I'm fine with a grin
Show the pieces that remain
Feeling so demonic
Regrets feel so chronic
Feeling so
a move so saton-ic?!
A mussi coke dem a smoke cause a cunu chronic, yeah!
Is like a Iraq, this a cunu Kingston (Kingston)
Crime a escalate, it need fi
swingin', the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin'
Bunch
There's a war in the streets tonight
And nobody's really feelin' alright
I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
I know now...
So I
smoker, 'fore smoke
As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked
Hittin' 16 switches is the life
While your girl send you to players anonymous,
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
Drive By The Block.
Then I'll Go Grab The Lock.
Then I'll Case You in Box.
Best not Drive By The Block.
cs the world turns, and the chronic
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
Odnaleźć Cię to był mój cel
Marzyłam długo tak by wreszcie Cię mieć
Jak wspaniale z Tobą budzić się
Nocą nas uwodzi magia księżyca
Każdy dzień
'Cause false moves get your whole face smothered like soul food
Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it's simply logic
Produce this hard dick in
There's a war in the streets tonight
And nobody's really feeling alright
I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
I know now that I'm
(conversation)
[1st vesre]
The definition of blowed
Is indo by the load
Chronic munchies got me on the comode
When I unload lets role
Cloudy
forte
proprio dentro al mio.
_
Written by: Giuseppe "Joe" Inchincoli
Musical composition by: Brian Scavullo
Produced, mixed and mastered by: Raúl Ramírez
more souls, I've! Spent too much green on thots
I've! Pulled some springs to get by, While? Bumping don't kill my vibe
I've! Been hiding like a God, I'm!
that’ll leave most mortified
Rick Sanchez on the glide, man I’m soaring by
We are on the brink of the AI
Ideals lay by the way side
Wearside awa ere aye
without visa
Dont give me coke or crack or rum
Cigarette smoke is just no good
[Verse one]
Di weeed, tek me high to another level
Smoke to death by six,
that's the note
They wouldn't move a finger by the O
Plant the seeds, watch 'em grow (han)
Montana!
Thought I had it all, I ain't had shit (I ain't
bag
Yippee kay aye put it on my body
Everyday don't let a day go by by by bye bye bye
Sip tonic
Crave chronic
Need want it
More more
So certain
He's
It's motherfuckin' Game time!
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
Yeah, dip
[Chorus]
So much drama in northern California
'Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
That's why I
I wish I were a princess to fade
Transcribed from CD by Leon Sanchez
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