I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm
S P I C E about to hit it and Pull up the make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa haze got me hittin' the switches and rollin' bats up With some niggaz who don't to put the gats up I'm high 'til I the bucket
Fuck it, throw some blunts on my coffin' and Smoke it with the dead niggas light it up the fourth of july Type of chronic make a dead nigga up high I get and rough pussy
And niggaz know I got to about half ounce, before I flow It ain't no [Incomprehensible] in my zig-zag, I my blunt ain't no weed in the studio, we on a hunt To get the sticky ass green shit, shut 'em You can find a little chron' spot in town
Nigga sell a twenty ten up on the block Break the doobies in the ashtray to roll a chopper I'm to the THC, gettin' fucked up Leave your doobies around they sucked up
Lungs like a motherfuckin' vacuum on the fine Betty's smokin' out the beamer Just me Dr. bomb from the bay Hit ya in the with the chron like an A.K.
Kick back lay back and throw them up Sometimes I wanna roll, a whole tree up I break it down, and O's Smokin' mold in a broke down
And ain't no nigga in the that can outsmoke me The muthafuckin' chronic S P I C E Clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale But I'm gonna a fuckin' lung up for niggaz in jail
I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm
pot before twelve, ain't no secret to my homies Step the fuck in face with the smell of chronic on me It's the C H R O N I C with clause about a quarter to three to loc the fuck up 'cuz the fed hit the weed zone
And niggaz to sell me backyard homegrown I need the motherfuckin' bomb break the bail Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail Mr. Endo 'em all Which every hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl
in weed smoke with my nose Hit the joint ten seconds it in for twenty-four It's puff puff Nigga quit fuckin' the or I'ma bank on your bitch ass
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I'm high, I'm Said, "I'm high",