). 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
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
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
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
As my daytons spin lowrider sitting low. Hitting corners so hard you could taste my rims. Rag top 6-4 henny in the passenger side. Smoking chronic just letting me ride. You would do it if my name
chronic. Spring can really hang you up the most All alone, the party is over. Old man winter was a gracious host. But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover. Spring can really hang you up the
a cup, call the * Hypnotiq. I bleed Compton, spit crack and * Chronic. And you new niggaz ain't * but new niggaz. Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talking to you niggaz. Bounce in the 6-4
a cup, call the * Hypnotiq. I bleed Compton, spit crack and * Chronic. And you new niggaz ain't * but new niggaz. Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talking to you niggaz. Bounce in the 6-4
