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You smokes with me

The blowing
The chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's (It blows my mind)

[Verse 1 - Snoop
Blowing chronic to me, it's like a to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and to me
go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and
Yeah, we got something in
They could search a nigga, but never finding my bomb and
I got the stash, spot, my got
Lot of motherfuckas pulling, police
I'm not The One nigga you call me The Two
Bob reincarnated, pupils dialated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many
You suprised how I it, huh?
You hate it, huh, but you know, I even trippin
I'm spliting that up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my life, and putting my gun up
Dranking my drink, and smoke that blunt

[Verse 2 - Dogg]
The greener the tree, the the bud
The strength of the branch, tell you how chronic it was
I'm - high, sliding, slippin
Gotcha listening to and now you feel like you crippin
all to the good, the dash is wood
You got hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin and fakin, and time is
She don't give ya number now she hollin at Jason
Now don't get mad, just to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll dub bag
(My nigga) light shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya homie like playa, pimp (blaze bitch)
And when you get dizzone, the do'
And let me get a snizzle
ain't no fun, if the homies can't get none
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one

x2]
Do you smoke wit me (Do you wanna?)
Come and me company
Baby come and fuck me
You should smokes me

[Verse 3 - Dogg]
the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those, can get it
Teacher taught it to those with mind
My status has been the ever since I intro'd
I'm that that brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, braids, and endo
Big Snoop with the fog on the window
Spell ya name in it, put ya in it
And hang with the with the gang bang spinach
it, blunt wrap it, or zig-zag it
Don't really matter even if it's in the
Put it to the side, so ya boy hit the Eastside
I'm for the firefied cheefa
Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
I'm tryna wit the whole ounce (smoke me out)

x2]

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you could fuck we (Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell that shit right here)
And BBC -

[Chorus x2] + ad-libs*}

[Outro - Dogg]
Dranking our
Ya dig I'm sayin?
We ain't gon' never
We gon' still
we always hit the right note
(It my mind)
That's real shit, Pharrell you my
And that's for life my
Haha, Gangsta
Neptunes, Star
(It my mind)
Billionaire Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)..