Lyrics:
want it
Yeah I want it like my chronic
Roll you up
Smoke you up
Your the runner
Lick the blunt
You so funny but you dumb
That's why I think you my
Goofy
I'm slinging the cushion, making my way, naming my way to the brush
Competing in this dark space, this unwinnable race, leaving me full of chronic aches
Shorty know the time
and she know the place
SHe gone let this love blast her into outer space
We gone let that chronic blow
And slip into
millimeters and chronic sacks
Condoms slap against the dick every night
Cuz I'm a Player For Life
Puffing on the doja
Sexual exposure
Everybody knows that I'm
off of the floor
Smoke some "bad" chronic
You'll pass on me
I think you asked for more
Don't dial no nine-one-one
Cause ya body ain't move
Till the sun
down
Faded off the chronic blue hairs like Sonic
Got me rollin' around
Stack chips like casino's Al Pacino I'm reloadin' it now
I hear something moving
I'm Big choppa
Hold on who is watching
I don't give a fuck
Get the chronic
Nigga get it poppin
I'm just tryna see what's up
With this baby girl
Hippie @ Heart
D. Poorman
I got high on Whiskey River
I got stoned with Chris LeDoux
Danced with the Devil down in Georgia
Traveled the Dark side
homie
M.I.A.
All these weed
D.O.A
T H C
Yeah oh okay
Just Smoke wit bae
Dregan the dragon
I'm smoking and laughing
Hella assists off blunts that I'm
lika litter of kittens
Fire like Chronic, Sonic the Hedgehog, ROCKING!
Where's my LIKKA! , Gin N Tonic, Internets Most Wanted!
I'm regarded as an artist
I'm hot and cold like the tropics baby
Like I'm the key that unlocks it baby
I fuck that bitch like it's chronic baby
But I'm paranoid I gotta ride with
real, I'm the K-I-Double D
Livin' young and wild, smokin' up the green
Things are crazy when you step in my world
Chronic's blazing, party's on, we get
no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth"
Chiggidy-check, microphone check one
Chiggidy-check, microphone check two
Chiggidy-check, microphone
no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth"
Chiggidy-check, microphone check one
Chiggidy-check, microphone check two
Chiggidy-check, microphone
talkin' smack
'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep
And it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep
Now Suga Free don't dance, but I'd
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
blowing dank like us
I know you smokin, holdin chronic while you rollin, give a fuck about the cops pass the weed til it's dust
[Verse 1]
Yeah buddy heres
your Fleet (Fleetwood)
Or Coupe DeVille rolling on dubs
How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what?
Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac
With D
forty's in my lap bust that old school boom bap
All over this map, for I be that down ass, South Cali poet,
Ya know it to be The D
chat to me
So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
No
chat to me
So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
No
your Fleet (Fleetwood)
Or Coupe DeVille rolling on dubs
How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what?
Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac
With D
pain dawg
Mi puff ih chronic
Till mi chilling wid d aliens
Wi nuh regular ah ah
From a lane weh deh
Way off d radar
Change d tide unnuh
Cyah ketch da
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