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 vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a Purple haze got me the switches and rollin' bats up With some niggaz who don't want to put the up I'm high 'til I the bucket
Fuck it, some blunts on my coffin' and I'll Smoke it the dead niggas light it up like the fourth of july Type of chronic make a dead wake up high I get tired and rough
And niggaz know I got to about half ounce, before I flow It ain't no [Incomprehensible] in my zig-zag, I my blunt There ain't no weed in the studio, we on a To get the ass green shit, shut 'em down You can find a little chron' spot in every
Nigga a twenty ten sacks up on the block Break the doobies in the ashtray down to a chopper I'm addicted to the THC, fucked up Leave your doobies around they sucked up
Lungs a motherfuckin' vacuum cleaner Mobbin' on the fine Betty's out the beamer Just call me Dr. bomb the bay Hit ya in the chest with the chron an A.K.
Kick back lay and throw them feet up Sometimes I wanna roll, a whole tree up I break it down, and O's mold in a broke down sixty-four
And ain't no nigga in the world 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
Smokin' pot twelve, ain't no secret to my homies Step the fuck in your face the smell of chronic on me It's the C H R O N I C with clause about a quarter to three About to loc the fuck up the fed hit the weed zone
And niggaz tryin' to sell me homegrown I need the motherfuckin' bomb down the bail Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail Mr. Endo 'em all Which every hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl
Suckin' in smoke with my nose Hit the joint ten seconds it in for twenty-four It's puff pass Nigga fuckin' the weed or I'ma bank on your bitch ass
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I'm high, I'm Said, "I'm high",