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You should smokes me

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

[Verse 1 - Dogg]
Blowing chronic to me, like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit and listen to me
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and
Yeah, we got in common
They could search a nigga, but they finding my bomb and
I got the stash, spot, my got
Lot of pulling, police shots
I'm not The One nigga you could me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, dialated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated times
You how I made it, huh?
You it, huh, but you know, I ain't even trippin
I'm spliting that up, plotting on the come up
I'm my life, and never 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, will you how chronic it was
I'm - high, sliding, slippin
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel you crippin
It's all to the good, the dash is
You got some hoes in ya and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin and fakin, and time is
She don't wanna give ya number now she at Jason
Now get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and another dub bag
(My nigga) that shit, hit that bitch
past it to ya homie like playa, pimp (blaze that bitch)
And you get dizzone, crack the do'
And let me get a little
'Cause ain't no fun, if the can't get none
Puff, puff, my nigga, one lizza

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

[Verse 3 - Snoop
the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, a model hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, slow those, ready 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, French braids, and
Big Snoop Dogg the fog on the window
ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, wrap it, or zig-zag it
Don't really matter if it's in the package
Put it to the side, so ya boy hit the Eastside
I'm look for the cheefa
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme 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 this shit right here)
And BBC -

x2] + {*Snoop ad-libs*}

[Outro - Snoop
Dranking our
Ya dig I'm sayin?
We ain't never sing
We gon' still
Cause we always hit the note
(It my mind)
That's shit, Pharrell you my loc'
And that's for my nigga
Haha, Gumpo
Neptunes, Star
(It my mind)
Billionaire Club, DPG
Style Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)..