Lyrics:
Killmonger, that's a born sinner
Only ever time I go female J. Cole on it
Everything out here got base on it
Strings attached, Dre Chronic, rat-a-tat-tat,
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)
Yeah,
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
and a twenty dollar stash
Of some of that superb 'erb
She said, "I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard"
"Ice Cube do you wanna hit this?
This shit is hype,
I'm tryin' to roll up the chronic leaf
At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it in
I cough, now I'm off
Drivin' down the two-lane highway
It's all bad,
by, I got nothing on me
Cause the smoke is already in the air
I am loped up two braids in my hair
All Star with the khaki suit
I'm gonna fuck around
pass by and don't speak
Chorus
(Pimp C)
See bitches in P.A.
Get mad when they see a young nigga
full of that chronic havin it his way
But
It's this sort of entertainment that makes me feel like throwing up
Like a chronic disease in it's final stage this crap is turning from bad
dom dla tych
Co chcą chronić oczy od łez
Wybłagać dobry znak złym dniom
Odkłamać tyle spraw zetrzeć brąz
Uwierzyć w łańcuch rąk przez lęk przez mrok
dom
Dla tych, co chcą
Chronić oczy od łez
Wybłagać dobry znak naszym dniom
Odkłamać tyle spraw, zetrzeć brąz
Uwierzyć w łańcuch rąk
Przez lęk, przez
halleluja Rosie Lea.
If you feel a bit under the weather,
If you feel a little bit peeved,
Take granny's stand-by potion
For any old cough
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
of the golden state
[Chorus]
When you smoking on the bubonic chronic that got you gone
Where you think it come from
Where you think it come from when you
up, the chronic and Hennessey on my pistol rip paw
You fools busting cats in they raps
But can't take it when they raps bust back
So I be like "Yo
your head to that gangsta swang
Swiggity swang where we hang where we bang
In the side of the city by the sea
Simply known as Long Beach
As I creep
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
these knots
Motherf*** want that Benz with the millions by the karats
When they pacin' all day, they start talkin' like a parrot
Information, they
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
gets farther
Taught me to work harder I was taught that by my father
Shoulders got lil broader and I stood a little taller
Build to be a man so must
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
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 all
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
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