). Till the mother***er bounce and break,. And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. Let the games begin,. These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,. ***, let thechronic burn
Walk in this bitch like * what you heard if it ain’t come from me. Hoe if it ain’t about the money then you got a whole nother thang coming cause it ain’t. getting C. Bitch I’m too legendary hoes
rhythmic tonic for thechronic blues. . The critics called it a "joke song" but now. They've changed their tune, and they like it, somehow. . For it's inoculated with a syncopated sort of meter, sweeter
Intro. You should smokes with me Chorus. The chronic's blowing. The chronic's blowing. The chronic's blowing. The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind) Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg. Blowing chronic to
night he got shot. Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch. I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc. I was drinkin' 40-ounces a lot. And every liquor store in Compton sold out the
Chorus. . Walkin' down the street, and ma allstarz,. In ma khaki suit, doin what I do. Walkin' down the street, smokin chronic,. In ma black lotus, lookin' at you. . ---------------. . Guess
