| 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-are-o-n-i-c |
| ? With? About a quarter to three |
| About to loc the fuck up 'cause the fed hit the weed zone |
| And niggaz tryin to sell me backyard homegrown |
| I need the motherfuckin bomb break down the bail |
| Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail |
| Mr. Endo smoked em all |
| Which every nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl |
| Suckin in weed smoke with my nose |
| Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for twenty-four |
| It’s puff puff pass |
| Nigga quit fuckin the weed or i’ma bank on your bitch ass |
| Chorus 8x |