Lyrics:
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
Your
drums made by Shawty
The hood say we what's up like Bart
Ralph Lauren sheets with the Polo cut
'71 Chevelle and it's sittin' on buttons
'76 IL
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not
escape of what's commonly sought
Deviating from the road most traveled
Inevitably befallen by criticism
Of those undeterred from the lack of development
At a glance, it may seem romantic
My beautiful island of enchantment
Subjected to all these atrocities
Imposed by U.S. philosophies
When I trace my
blizn więc
Bracia do broni zróbmy bo stać nas na to
By ciałem chronić przeszłość naszą tak bogatą
Zmierzyć się twarzą twarz z tą piekielną apokalipsą
breathe!
[Hook]
Kickin’ back with my thoughts I’ma roll one up,
Always one deep and that’s enough,
All I really need is this blunt,
I’m smokin’ blunts by
To climb out of this well thats been stitched into my skin
Carved in the forearm "gone fishing"
I try not to vomit these brand new Oreos
Bought by an nb in
By the steps i'll go down with you
By the mountains i'll go up with you
'Cause you are the reason why
That I may feel that I could fly
And i'll be
solo
Riding shotgun in my brother Fase low-low
On my way to school, having shoot outs with the cholos
If it wasn't them, we getting jacked by the popo
smokin' weed influenced by the fix
And old timers with the toolies by the hips
So come and creep wit me
And I ain't lyin' when I tell these motherfuckers
But keep the heat by it, so when why'all creep keep quiet
[Chorus]
You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga
But sit the fuck down you
Łap to póki nie dotykasz dzieci jak MJ nie łżesz
Zanadto koloratko
Jak mam chronić bliskich
Wciąż działa jeszcze instynkt
By czystą twarz nazwisko
it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz
to the market T-Dre shotgun with a blunt ready to spark it 10:30 in the morning but I don't care,hit the switch lock it up chronic smoke in the air,hard player
bagged by the PO
Said he met an angel and he left him in a hole
He threatened this banger with a pole
Then he left him with a hole
He's over in county
The chronic smoke and double duece
Got me acting crazy
California life style
Just livin it up
Surrounded by them bitches that be given it up
Now let's
to sell bags of chronic at the corner store
Gave them what they asking for, was never good at basketball
And his pops taught him how to box, known for
market
Make some money with no problems
My deep wallet like a USB socket
Replenish my peeps pockets often
(You my nigga)
Build a team chronic
Need to make
iconic
All my rap is too ironic
Acts on you like virus-chronic (Pr-Pr)
That’s a chemistry — atomic
Are you laugh? I know that’s comic (Scrrra)
and gave the hoody money
I'm smoking chronic up in LA
I been getting Suge money
I got the hood running
These niggas talking crazy but
Never did nothing
I'm
you stupid, oh
One shot to remind you who is
That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle
I'm off chronic combined with liquor
But
look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by
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