Lyrics:
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil Chronic
All I wanna do is smoke a lil
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,
want
Him she wah dat mi smell pon uh
Wah dat green sumtin deh, ah nuh calaloo
Yuh must go ah jail bwoy, what yuh gonna do
Mi light up mi weed and seh
Think - whatcha doing
The school bell rings, and I hit the pavement
But you're speeding by like you think
That you've got
Nothing to lose
Well you're
Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, y'know
You call 'em demos
But we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is
Eeh ehh eh
This pain
I cannot hold
Inside
No more
I don't care I don't care
If anybody's gonna stand by me
They've been killing us for too long
Why
Jumpin
What you want
Whatcha do
I done see
Prove
But you ain't
Trynna be
Lost it
Forgot it
Anything, wanna cop it
Yall, gimme keys and we'll drop it
A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Do you know the price you pay
[D-Roc]
You lay down low for hoes
Get that mat out your nose
crossed with a dirty raver
If your not this, do yourself a favor
Shake, Shake whatcha Mamma gave ya
Make it easy girl, don't gimme word
One
happen. Do whatever it takes
Live or die trying in the bed that I've made
Mr. Sandman. Sellin me dreams
Doesn't say much but he's Telling me things
Mr
by
In a flash the brothers changed their plan
We need cash. Let's sell him if we can
Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?
Things look bad for you,
Ensemble & Children
Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?
Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?
Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?
Things look
Cause I'm gonna make my on ends
That's Wh What's up
Ladies lets say you want a man
But don't know how to do it
Dirty dance with em
Put a lil' back into it
Cause I'm gonna make my on ends
That's Wh What's up
Ladies lets say you want a man
But don't know how to do it
Dirty dance with em
Put a lil' back into it
Cause I'm gonna make my on ends
That's Wh What's up
Ladies lets say you want a man
But don't know how to do it
Dirty dance with em
Put a lil' back into it
company
I'm hopin that you'll come back to me
Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry
You gonna run away and hide
I'm gonna be right by your side
For
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?
Transforming from O-Dog to mo' gods
MK Asante
shit
So damn hot that I know, The late night is so...
Whatcha, Whatcha, Whatcha gonna do?
Has the magic not come to me at all?
Cause the toilet was
I’m the realist nigga outta Buffalo since McDoo
Walk up on me and I’ll show you what that mac a do
Load it, cock it, bang it on u like Shaq would do
Been on that loverboy shit but I don’t listen to drake
Even without the internet they never said shit to my face
Do not disturb & they still mention
I can tell by the way you been turnin' men down
Not your ordinary guy is gonna do
you've been waitin' for that someone
Who can turn your head
to forget
By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
By the sea, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep
Oh, Oh, Ohhh
[Mr.Sancho:]
Wassup mija, you wanna come
and roll with sancho? (Oh, Oh, Ohhh)
Let's go and take a ride baby and I'll
show you how to do
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