Chorus: I'm high (repeat 6X)

S P I C E about to hit it and crawl

Pull up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa

Purple Haze got me hittin the switches and rollin bats up

With some niggaz who don't want to put the gats up

I'm high til I kick the bucket

Fuck it throw some blunts on my coffin and I'll

smoke it with the dead niggas

Light it up like the Fourth of July

Type of chronic make a dead nigga wake up high

I get tired and ? pussy

And niggaz know I got to smoke about half ounce, before I flow

It ain't no ? in my zig-zag, I roll my blunt

There ain't no weed in the studio, we on a hunt

To get the sticky ass green shit, shut em down

You can find a little chron' spot in every town

Nigga sell a twenty ten sacks up on the block

Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a chopper

I'm addicted to the THC, gettin fucked up

Leave your doobies around they gettin sucked up

Lungs like a motherfuckin vacuum cleaner

Mobbin on the fine Betty's smokin out the Beamer

Just call me Dr. Bomb from the Bay

Hit ya in the chest with the chron like an A.K.

Kick back lay back and throw them feet up

Sometimes I wanna roll, a whole fuckin tree up

I break it down, halves and O's

Smoking mold in a broke down sixty-four

And ain't no nigga in the world that can outsmoke me

The muthafuckin chronic addict S-P-I-C-E

Bill Clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale

But I'm gonna cough a fuckin lung up for niggaz in jail

Chorus 4X

Smokin pot before twelve, ain't no secret to my homies

Step the fuck in your face with the smell of chronic on me

It's the C-H-R-O-N-I-C

? with ? about a quarter to three

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