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Baby tell me what's the topic
Tell me bout your fam, and your trips to the tropics
Do you smoke chronic? Partake in the gossip?
Or do you focus

all my strains, I know all the gases
Ice in my veins, man fuck these lil bastards
I don't want no fame, just want guap by the masses
Hate on me cuz your

Never too late
To get your head screwed on right
Never had weight
But I'm building up the mass
like I'm Adonis
Trained by Rocky
And I got this
No

of the crack-dealer
When I see wacks, I attack, leave em smashed, squaling
Like a duck, give no fucks, uppercut, they need fast healing
I don't mean to offend
But

All of this energy I aint worried bout no enemy
Inner dreams all created by the memory 
Thinking I'm finna free my myself within the beat 
I got

when i last prayed at the shrine 
Told me i would die by the knife or the nine
Pussy so wet shit make me seasick
Im stressed out i need the chronic
Under

the frame
I was yo mane
Turned out you were more than lame
You tried to claim
Pointing fingers missed the aim
Sorry gotta leave you cause im all up

clear ya throat
It ain't nothing but that Chronic smoke
That Headband will leave ya eyes glazed
Granddaddy in the ashtrays
Grape Kush and that Berry Haze

trouble in a scuffle 
No GBP, Hull boys know the struggle 
Hull boys have been to The Deep 
Seen Peter Levy on the TV 
And been dragged round Prinny Quay by

riding round like saint nick
My presence is a gift
Even if I dont spit
Lil shawty you can spit
Or swallow all of my kids
Ill leave that part up to you just

Or anxiety cripples and withdrawal symptoms telling me
When you leave, that I can run but I cannot hide
Baby peach, ignite the light
The fire burning bright

Baby you so flawless
The way your vibe completes with mine is chronic
I don't ever want to leave your side that's honest
Keep you by my heart i'll

I need another gram ho
Mixed it up with psilocybin
Odyssey how I be gliding
On this hazy spaceship fueled by some chronic

Fuck what they saying
I'd

get this party rocking left the bars so we could pop shit
Maybe level up my profit to be honest 
I'm kinda set up on this bag, Givenchy product leave

Return Fire

MC Eiht

Last Man Standing

1997

the killin season, moves the crowd
As the bullets hit with no names 
Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot
Flies like an eagle
Becomes the strap by

leave my shit all on the street 

Now I don't know a lot, just to get by 
Know enough, to just surprise 
Know enough, when the time is rough 
To make

open 
Chronic rolling I've been stoned all day
 No roaches in the crib only ashes in the tray
The way she twerk my eye get stuck 
A girl that bitch you

the chronic
With that tonic
Have you feeling supersonic
Steady drinking till you vomit
Bitches on me like Adonis
Trying to lick on my cojones
Cuz I got all

B
Ironically still sipping Hypnotic, see honestly
The chronic leaves keep me from going psychotic, B
It’s the same day, same scheme, approached by

Trusted these bitches & I got finessed
Trap with finesse
I got a whole lot to off my chest
They do me dirty then
Leave me to clean up the mess
Weight on my

bout what I never do
I had a jumper y'all were Adam twenty two
And I don't say this all to sound hot
They say you'll find who you are by understanding

Gone blaze this chronic by my ear and drain a couple of beers.  And I don’t care.  Yes, I know that my eyes are not clear but I’m a smoke and puff this

to make sure the family ate 
I need to take the blame to there’s no other way 

Come burn some chronic with me I can be your Dr Dre 
Say no names in

The Chronic

Olympic Trials

[Verse 1]

Fairly written, my beloved literature
Begotten spirits of Puritan rocks
That crack rockets, and make you