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Snoop Dogg - It Blows My Mind lyrics
U should smokes wit me "the chronics blowin"(x4) blowin chronic to me is like a tradition to me i gotz the pid-amps so sit down and listen to me "dont go against me boo, go wit me" we could blow it all together and bobby brown and whitney yea we got somethin' in commin niggaz search a nigga but they never find in my vomit i got the stash spot,my cash got a lot of mutha fukin fo police shots im not the one, nigga u could call me the two bob marley we incartinated pupils nialated imaxipated,concentrated,debated waitin many times u suprised how i made it.(huh?) u hate it (huh) but u no i aint even trippin im splitin that skwusha up plotin it cum up im livin my life n never puttin my gun up drinkin my drink n imma smoke that blunt. (chorus) the chronic's blowin (x4) (verse 2) the greena the tree the better the bud the strenth of the branch will tell ya how chronic it was (huh?) buzzin high slide n slippin got ya listenin to snoop n feel like u crippin itz all goody-good the dash wood u got some hoes in ya truck n now u ready to fuk BUT they fright n fakin n time is wastin she dont wanna eat me now but now hollerin at jason now, dont get madd just roll to the pad just keep it G on da bitch n roll anotha dubea (wat nigga) light that shit, hit that bitch then pass it to ya homie like a player or pimp and wen ya get dizza crack da dough and then ya get a little sizza cuz aint no fun if the homies cant get none fuck,fuck pass my nigga (CHORUS) the chronics blowin (x4) DO U WANNA SMOKE WIT ME COME AND KEEP ME COMPANY MAYBE COME AND FUCK WIT ME U SHOULD SMOKE WIT ME (x2) itz the diobalical chronical mythalogical phycological make a model hoe fuk a G.(G) premedical status logos ready cn get it teach to me and those inside wit mind apperatics my status has been the badest eva since that INRTO im that nigga that brought yall the info on the chucks spress braid and endo big snoop dog wit da fog on the window spell ya name n put ya face in it n hang wit da nigga wit da game face spinnin grab it run rag it or zig zag it and it dont even matta if it in the package put on the side so wen ya boy hit the EAST SIDE im lookin fo the 5'5 g-fine ay yo fo reel give that VA dicount im tryin to bounce wit a whole ounce (CHORUS) the chronics blowin (x4) DO U WANNASMOKE WIT ME COME AND KEEP ME COMPANY MAYBE COME N FUK WIT ME U SHOULD SMOKES WIT ME (X2) DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA THINK THAT U CAN FUK WIT ME do dat BBC nigga the chronics blowin (x8) (children laughing) end. |
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