[Intro]
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You should smokes with me
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[Chorus]
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The chronic's blowing
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The chronic's blowing
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The chronic's blowing
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The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind)
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[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
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Blowing chronic to me, it's like a tradition to me
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I got the pi-doun, so sit down and listen to me
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Don't go against me fool, go wit me
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We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney
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Yeah, we got something in common
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They could search a nigga, but they never finding my bomb and
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I got the stash, spot, my cash got
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Lot of motherfuckas pulling, police shots
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I'm not "The One" nigga you could call me "The Two"
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Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils dialated
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Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many times
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You suprised how I made it, huh?
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You hate it, huh, but you know, I ain't even trippin
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I'm spliting that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
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I'm living my life, and never putting my gun up
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Dranking my drink, and I'ma smoke that blunt
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg]
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The greener the tree, the better the bud
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The strength of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was
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I'm - buzzing high, sliding, slippin
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Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin
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It's all to the good, the dash is wood
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You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
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But, they frontin and fakin, and time is waistin
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She don't wanna give ya number now she hollin at Jason
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Now don't get mad, just roll to the pad
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And keep a G on the bitch and roll another dub bag
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(My nigga) light that shit, hit that bitch
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Then past it to ya homie like playa, pimp (blaze that bitch)
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And when you get dizzone, crack the do'
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And let me get a little snizzle
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'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't get none
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Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one lizza
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge x2]
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Do you wanna smoke wit me (Do you wanna?)
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Come and keep me company
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Baby come and fuck with me
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You should smokes with me
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[Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg]
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It's the diabolical, chronical, mythological
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Psychological, make a model hoe, fuck a G
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Pre-medical, steady slow those, ready can get it
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Teacher taught it to those inside with mind apparatus
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My status has been the baddest ever since I intro'd
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I'm that nigga that brought y'all the info
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On the Chucks, French braids, and endo
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Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the window
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Spell ya name in it, put ya face in it
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And hang with the nigga with the gang bang spinach
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Drag it, blunt wrap it, or zig-zag it
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Don't really matter even if it's in the package
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Put it to the side, so when ya boy hit the Eastside
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I'm look for the firefied G-5
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Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
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I'm tryna bounce wit the whole ounce (smoke me out)
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge x2]
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[Hook]
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Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
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Do you think that you could fuck with we (Star Trak)
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(Yeah Pharrell this that shit right here)
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And BBC - nigga
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[Chorus x2] + {*Snoop ad-libs*}
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[Outro - Snoop Dogg]
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Dranking our drank
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Ya dig what I'm sayin?
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We ain't gon' never sing
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We gon' still flow
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Cause we always hit the right note
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(It blows my mind)
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That's real shit, Pharrell you my loc'
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And that's for life my nigga
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Haha, Gangsta Gumpo
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Neptunes, Star Trak
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(It blows my mind)
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Billionaire Boys Club, DPG
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Doggy Style Records, ooh wee
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(It blows my mind) ..
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[laughs]
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It Blows My Mind
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Neptunes |