Lyrics:
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
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
Miami Crippy
That Washington High Purple
Watch Out That Thang Will Hurt U
I Need That Cali Chronic
Damn A Chico On It
Some Of That Seatlle
high purple, watch out that thang will hurt you
I need that Cali chronic, damn, a Chico on it
Some of that Seattle supersonic will have you like Nevada
to side to this
Just a young baby boy coming with the flyest shit
Get you higher than that chronic can bring ya
Lets hit that niggas field
Coming from
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
by dosięgać słońca
Sprowadza mnie na ziemię cierpię i to nie ma końca
Chce chronić swoje „ja" więc przymusowo je w masce zamykam
Co boli pracodawcę że
like a fountain
I meditate in a room full of rich rugs
Stretch coke like yoga, deep like Yoda
My chronic is green they call
It Shrek like ogre
bandanas
and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders
Play us by the trigger so I`ma live by the trigger
And rivals, seven bitches for
a muthafuckin killer
Thriller from manilla though I'm shown as the average
Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage
I got my niggas from
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law,
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw,
Catch a nigga in these streets
bounce
[Bad Azz]
I like my Hennesey with Coke, I like my weed chronic smoke
I like my, Gin straight, my Benjamin's big faced
My women get big face,
Just one look at you, I've got contact
Can I get a pull of that
Girl, your shit is the chronic
'Cause I can tell by the way you roll it up
Make
Game maker
I knock a white bitch and break her
[King T]
But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain
But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game
I
Fuck the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
Fuck doin' time
I live life High Speed
Slightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas
inhaling when chronic in your chest
Hey somebody call my momma and help me one more time
Before I die my momma she carry me no comma
Niggas bitches
6.Life Happens
(hook)
What happened to my life what happened to the people by side i be mostly by my lonely but i guess it only right what happened
I'm high by myself, I just rolled up
Alone with my thoughts
But ain't thinkin' about much
Don't call a nigga 'cause I won't pick up
I'm high by
caught
Only the pros and the cons get to stack these knots
Motherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karats
When they fencing all day, they
Game
As the world turns
And the chronic burns
And the fiends wait in line just To take they turn
Russian roulette with the Fentanyl
Niggas gon' risk
analyze the world when I'm by myself
I think some bugged out shit when I'm by myself
Drinkin' weed smokin' Hennessy all by myself
Questions,that I ask
hooka smokes
She gives me headdaches man
And when my sack gets low
Sweet Mary swings on by
Breaks me off something proper
?That bowl king sized swagger?
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
to The Chronic
You got that good weed, breathe
And we can smoke a blunt a piece
She tryna smoke up all my weed
I told her roll up two of these
It got me
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