Lyrics:
I leave him beheaded
Put your neck inside the guillotine
Can't wait to see the looks of disbelief
On all the faces of the haters
And people that
Blow!
Blow!
I'm hell-bound
Niggas want to kill me in my sleep in killerfornia
Where the murderers be ambitious to creep
And leave you six feet
I know you don't love me
You scream and holler when Eminem's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
Snoop put me up on how
I know you don't love me
You scream and holler when Eminem's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
Snoop put me up on how
her back
Spitting heat leave a third degree
Demon life so cut throat
Met up once I fuck throat
Janky bitch she strapped up
Give it up no klepto
Beating
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
the mold
Pass through doorways with no doors and scored
Dro so cold my bones permanently froze
Let the real A/C show I'm even cooler than that
Adonis Chronic
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
tried
Pill poppin
Always offa
That chronic
The addictions
We're clawing
The junkies
We're calling
But I was
Not stopping
The addictions
We're clawing
of their casket
Damn, pay the price for actin' ladylike
We rarely see black Eminems, kinda shady right?
You sent the shot, so I flashed back like it's
(conversation)
[1st vesre]
The definition of blowed
Is indo by the load
Chronic munchies got me on the comode
When I unload lets role
Cloudy
nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given
I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch ain't no stealin'
She still
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain't never leave
So there wasn't no slaves
The Chronic (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed
They wanna know how I feel about it
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is
back, yeah, that's that bitch shit, yeah
I'ma let it squeeze 'til it click-click, yeah
Yeah, I'ma let it squeeze 'til it click-click
Leave a nigga cryin'
light the Chronic
Me & yo bitch go together just like Gin & Tonic
LifeStyle so Hedonic
I've done it, so I know it
These rappers, they sound so monotonic
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
time
I swear I saw
A caribbean tree
I swear I saw
It on me
A strain that got me chronic
Let's go
And hotbox on it
A hybrid lets be honest
Let's light it
just show me what that means
I'm the product of the product demonic and supersonic
Ironic and burning chronic, and lurking to find somebody who
you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a bitch
like eminem
When he was em
Now he washed like
A grandma mini van
Never been a fan
Always been a man
Don't hang with squares
Like Tiananmen
Acetaminophen
Nottz on the beat
Somethin' sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up
That's right, rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is
it
We take our bows but we leave it there
Our final act but I catch your stare
Take my hands by surprise
Give me chronic butterflies
I wanna get lost
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
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