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U should smokes wit me |
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"the chronics blowin"(x4) |
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blowin chronic to me is like a tradition to me |
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i gotz the pid-amps so sit down and listen to me |
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"dont go against me boo, go wit me" |
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we could blow it all together and bobby brown and whitney |
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yea we got somethin' in commin |
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niggaz search a nigga but they never find in my vomit |
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i got the stash spot,my cash got |
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a lot of mutha fukin fo police shots |
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im not the one, nigga u could call me the two |
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bob marley we incartinated pupils nialated |
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imaxipated,concentrated,debated waitin |
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many times u suprised how i made it.(huh?) |
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u hate it (huh) but u no i aint even trippin |
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im splitin that skwusha up plotin it cum up |
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im livin my life n never puttin my gun up |
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drinkin my drink n imma smoke that blunt. |
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(chorus) |
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the chronic's blowin (x4) |
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(verse 2) |
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the greena the tree the better the bud |
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the strenth of the branch will tell ya how chronic it was |
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(huh?) buzzin high slide n slippin got ya listenin to snoop |
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n feel like u crippin |
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itz all goody-good the dash wood |
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u got some hoes in ya truck n now u ready to fuk |
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BUT |
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they fright n fakin |
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n time is wastin |
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she dont wanna eat me now |
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but now hollerin at jason |
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now, dont get madd |
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just roll to the pad |
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just keep it G on da bitch n roll anotha dubea |
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(wat nigga) light that shit, hit that bitch |
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then pass it to ya homie like a player or pimp |
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and wen ya get dizza crack da dough |
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and then ya get a little sizza |
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cuz aint no fun if the homies cant get none |
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fuck,fuck pass my nigga |
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(CHORUS) |
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the chronics blowin (x4) |
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DO U WANNA SMOKE WIT ME |
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COME AND KEEP ME COMPANY |
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MAYBE COME AND FUCK WIT ME |
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U SHOULD SMOKE WIT ME (x2) |
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itz the diobalical chronical mythalogical phycological |
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make a model hoe fuk a G.(G) |
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premedical status logos |
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ready cn get it |
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teach to me and those inside wit mind apperatics |
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my status has been the badest eva since that INRTO |
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im that nigga that brought yall the info |
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on the chucks spress braid and endo |
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big snoop dog wit da fog on the window |
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spell ya name n put ya face in it |
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n hang wit da nigga wit da game face spinnin |
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grab it run rag it or zig zag it |
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and it dont even matta if it in the package |
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put on the side so wen ya boy hit the EAST SIDE |
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im lookin fo the 5'5 g-fine |
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ay yo fo reel give that VA dicount |
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im tryin to bounce wit a whole ounce |
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(CHORUS) |
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the chronics blowin (x4) |
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DO U WANNASMOKE WIT ME |
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COME AND KEEP ME COMPANY |
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MAYBE COME N FUK WIT ME |
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U SHOULD SMOKES WIT ME (X2) |
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DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA |
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DO YA THINK THAT U CAN FUK WIT ME |
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do dat BBC nigga |
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the chronics blowin (x8) |
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(children laughing) |
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