Lyrics:
some dogs, we just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
Take
live inside a circus town
Blunts by the boxes and it's nothing but that chronic
Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, depends what I climb into
So astronomical my
it with a seam, youngin always seen with a killer
Hand stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean Margiela?
She even
hand-stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen
What you mean Margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for
You thought it was gone
But it's on once again light up the chronic
While I take a couple of sips of the gin
Is it, is it Dre?
(uh huh) If it, if
on the track with big money
Big nuts and a big fat chronic sack
So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a
Blast from the past
Diggidy Daz out
Oxymoronic go to the sauna to cool out
We blow chronic in the pool house
Wut you know about it chevy "F" body cameros
Louisiana license plate we park em
to find out why they call
Me Mr blow it by the O i'm smoking on stage
Roll a blunt up at a show
While my niggas getting paid
Throwing money on the floor
a thug run it
Robbin' cradles and robbin'
Niggas for bitches
Robbin' bitches for their riches 'cause
I'm straight pullin' switches fuck phonics
I cool by
I won't, bet I will
But still, it ain't no fun
If the homies can't get a piece of it
Weed brownies in the oven
By the time she was buzzin'
We was
don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop
This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline
of paraphenalia
These streets is helter-skelter
Potent tokin' till I di-al late
Hopin' the chronic take me to a higher state
I and I be free - to establish inity
the one, the only, the S, the homie
And if you do that, I'll leave you stoney
That means you be on the block by yourself
Getting shot (Bitch)
And you might
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
week
Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we need's some chronic
gon' put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
Givin'
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
heard phrases 'Richters got tha chronic'
So I'm on it
Matter fact I'm on the top
Can't nobody fuck wit me or the killa kali crops
Like Reebok's yo I'm
only drive me crazy
I don’t need to ask no one, I’m the only one that raised me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo’s
perception
Advance in chronic misdirection
Misinformed and complacent toward the human condition
Fragmented and accompanied by social ambivalence
Our lack
When you look in the mirror... who do you see?
Representing the peers
We inspired by the fear over here, we inspired by the fear over here
Who you really
and I'm gonna cum
a VCR ???? some porno flicks
rudolph the red nose reindeer
??? like a everlastin' gobstoper
??? poppa
I dig a ho
crack a dough
by the nuts
bang
This for Trayvon and Tree, burn the bush and chronic
Speakin' honestly, we livin' in colonies, CNN sit-comedies
Monstrosity run rampant all
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