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S P I C E to hit it and crawl Pull up the vega it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa Purple haze got me hittin' the switches and rollin' up With some niggaz who don't to put the gats up I'm 'til I kick the bucket
it, throw some blunts on my coffin' and I'll Smoke it with the dead niggas light it up the fourth of july of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high I get tired and pussy
And niggaz know I got to smoke about half ounce, 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 spot in every town
Nigga a twenty ten sacks up on the block the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper I'm addicted to the THC, fucked up Leave your doobies they gettin' sucked up
Lungs like a motherfuckin' cleaner Mobbin' on the fine smokin' out the beamer Just call me Dr. from the bay Hit ya in the chest the chron like an A.K.
Kick back lay and throw them feet up Sometimes I roll, a whole fuckin' tree up I it down, halves and O's Smokin' in a broke down sixty-four
And no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me The muthafuckin' chronic S P I C E Bill Clinton hit the and he didn't inhale But I'm gonna cough a lung up for niggaz in jail
I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm
Smokin' pot before twelve, no secret to my homies Step the fuck in your face with the smell of on me It's the C H R O N I C havin' clause about a quarter to three About to loc the fuck up 'cuz the fed hit the zone
And niggaz tryin' to me backyard homegrown I the motherfuckin' bomb break down the bail Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail Mr. smoked 'em all Which every hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl
Suckin' in weed smoke my nose Hit the joint ten seconds it in for twenty-four It's puff pass Nigga quit the weed or I'ma bank on your bitch ass
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