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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