Lyrics:
Wacht endlich auf mPM ist 'ne Bande Nazis
Jesus war ein Rothschild und
KenFM ist ein Anunnaki snow D Roger
Ich bring Geheimnisse an den Tag
Bitch ich
had a dollar kid I'd probably burn it for heat
See I'm frozen alone and sneakerless with toe jam
Age is 25 but I look like an old man
I'll tell you I'm
had a dollar kid I'd probably burn it for heat
See I'm frozen alone and sneakerless with toe jam
Age is 25 but I look like an old man
I'll tell you I'm
Yeah man, it's the Bigg Snoopy
D-O double-gizzle-fo'shizzle
And I'm in the hizzle with the G-Unit
And the muthafuckin' DPGC
And this is uh, smoke
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
ain’t listen
He’d rather kick it with no henchmen
Gang conjunction, that’s violation
No more smiling faces
That’s the basis of what’s
Facing the younger
Chronic hocus Pocus
Indo chocolate thai
Backyard boogie stress
Pretendo the dizz-ank
So whatchu want me to do?
Smoke, smoke on smoke on, smoke
And me eat your brains on d hill-er
I'm the thriller of Manilla
I like vanilla brains
And I like chocolate brains
It tastes like ice cream i had a nice
to say that, we stay high
Now you're high.
One snap one several snap, I gotta can of chronic.
It's d-loc what's happening? you gotta get it
a lion when i get tested, have no pity bro
CD on repeat, 3D like a video uh
I'm like Jerry West in '66
Shoot and never miss, on my dick be yo lil bitch
chronic you flame with no pause I've lost a lot and for that I ain't stopping!
They like the way I maneuver, I'm always winning call me a buddha
Told stunna
Smokin' the chronic, your body exotic, you know what I wanna do
Haha
Ugh, aye
Smokin' that chronic, your body exotic, girl you know what I wanna do
told you at the top, now, I tell you again
Straight hustlin' going on, let games begin
Let's get down
It's that's how'd you can't deny
Everything we do
told you at the top, now, I tell you again
Straight hustlin' going on, let games begin
Let's get down
It's that's how'd you can't deny
Everything we do
careful that you don't run into nobody (D-P-G for life)
Put all them Yaks down and them chronic joints and thangs (D-P-G, D-P-G)
And go on, make it home
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
Emotions in this game run deep
So before these haters kill me in my sleep
I'd like to say it's been a pleasure
Reppin' 'til my last second through
Weed that you need ain't from the Chinese
Crack's the best
Ask your friend for me please
Unless you got that motherfuckin'
Crista-chronic cut-a lack
that I condone the shit
But nobody notices, bitch I own this shit, this my only niche
Fingers got a phony itch, you ain't really popping off
The chronic
when you deal with hard times
I guarantee we'd achieve, if we all tried
This where my heart lies
I get paid in full, you working part time
All I want is
I just bought this beat called 333
I once thought I'd be dead in these sheets
One day I just stopped thinking completely
About being caught by police
Gmilly on the beat harmonic
Now I got some homies who wanna rock with me
All I wanna do smoke chronic
Too loud I can't hear em talk bout me
All
Sew up the game, Home Economics
Threw up the E, give me the chronic
Give me the rings, feelin' like Sonic
Ghostin' the plug, already on it
Yeah I
can't fuck with me or chronic SHNXMAN makin waves
No need to prove myself
Just out for nudes and wealth yah
That bitch be rude as hell you can tell
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