Lyrics:
Crack cocaine was a part of our reganomics.
cnd Nothing really changes politicians stay demonic, I'm ready to leave the planet because My brain is
it if it ain't that chronic
Indica in the raw leave ya boy hypnotic
How I heal my conscious
Nug life won't stop it
I'mma fiend for the green sticky
This shit happen by faith
I don't do sit down on dates
I'd rather drive thru then sit wit
Yo bitch at the state
Call all yo friends bring a mate
Girl
We got a Million DMXs, 1000 Jay-Zs
100 Eminems and 2 Million Master P's
But I differ drastically, Cause whether I'm raping the rhythm is never really
like a quarterback, my strap ain't on safety
Geeked as fuck and I'm comin' out of Tampa, man, I feel like Tom brady
Bars just like Eminem
it back to their headquarters safely
A 49 year old unidentified man went berserk last night
Opening fire with a 12 gauge shotgun
Leave me alone terror
swishers with
The bud rocks
Double visions from the buds I'm hitting
Keep a spliff of litty in my glovebox
Everybody say they got the chronic
So we
Now that alterna-rock's officially dead
And all the white kids dress just like Eminem
Remember Michael on his Victory Tour
Back then he was black but
inflicted
For the purpose of coercing
Torture is the devastating instrument of power
Strain of cruelty
Marked by this horrid experience
Strain
jeans
I was just posted with all of my partners
Smoking no chronic, we stacking them G's
I don't get fucked by no niggas that's hating
I live what I
A chronic hustler of crack; a typical bitch
Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don't
to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin with
boost of my 6 deuce
And when I gat that ass someone'll leave him lyin' there
Cryin' there the muthafucka's dyin' there
And Mr. Lawrence better have
the Devil
I'ma rob him with six rounds and a steel
Cut his head off
Mount it on the wall by all of my deer
Fuckin' punk, gimme that fiddle so I can
Leave
weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
'Cause my spider on the highway,
weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
'Cause my spider on the highway,
They say you are who you think you are so I made the decision
To put me next to the greats now go head hate the vision
See you caught up by
with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas
Still leave these sucka ass niggas in Hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own dick
Leggo!
Snap
Live from my grandmama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake,
obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games
Walked the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet predicted
work it like she got no time left
Say she love my style love my dialect
I know she like it by the way her eyes dilate
She a bad vibe wanna vibrate
You
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
show
And everybody want to be a G when they grown
Same song in my hood
As it is in yourz
They send real niggaz to the pen and score
Wars caused by
So I leave
How ironic
Times like this
Can be so demonic
Now I'm back
On my gin and tonic
Back to back
I be puffin' chronic
Vino Vino finna be iconic
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