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Chronic

Date Written: October 3, 2017
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sip on my forty one foot on the floor

one, two, three & to the flow

drop this dope joint right

from a young G's perspective

I done need got caped cause my beeper kept beeing

falling back on that ass

no one gets by one a free pass

got to get the people what they want

sure this is a dope joint let me get to the point

there's a weed that burns in Compton Height's

turn out the lights and get your party freak on

 

smoking fat blunts in the back of the yard

chilling with a spliff

homeboy got the grill cooking hot dogs and hamburgs

as if you haven't heard

turn off the lights and close the doors

playing spades with my forty on ice

this will make you think twice

another chance at which to roll the dice

yesterday was such a simple games we used to play

awe but then let's face it its a little bit easier today

got the bounce to the ounce in the tower of power

homeboy so drunk he needs to takes a shower

why should we worry when the world is in such a hurry

can't even think to dismiss this earthle bliss when there's a dozen of pots in my sink

smoke the chroinc then sip on your favorite tonic

 

don't have to be perfect cause nobody is

it will take you higher then ever before

lest of course I implore another opened door

got whacked in my knees some folks will disagree

getting this rap game tight as busy as a bee

 

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