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we gonna do it like this [Gangsta
Pat] I
gotta hunger for that chronic flow through my chest I
need it daily and I'm jumpy without no sess I
like that lime green wrapped up tightly in a blunt And
whenever there'sa drought I'm steady on a hunt I
hit my hood feelin good I done found a sack I
get a pint of yak and party till' I'm layed back Call
up my click and have a smoke out it's on again I
chased that bud with that yak and let it do me in If
it's a sin then I hope the lord will understand I
gotta chief until I choke cause that's my daily plain Cause
I'm that all-mighty chiefer ain't nothin sweeter Than
the smell of skunk infested reefer I'ma, believer I
gots to be the first to light it up and take a pull Steadily
inhalin all I can makin my lungs full I
got to pass it when I choke that love ain't no joke It's
hard to cope without that aink Cause
I just gots to smoke (chorus!...
girl: rp2x) And
I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke) And
I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke) I
wanna chief And
I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke) And
I wanna smoke [Gangsta
Pat] That
can of Mrs Chiefer. gives me that vibe Of
the tribe I'm, the head chiefer I
love that reefer in my system it, relieves my pain And
I'm aware that it's doin damage to my brain But
I don't care I, like chillin wit my eyes redd Wit
chronic leaves steadily dancin all around my head I
got the munchies & I'm; tripin off of everything I see High
as I kite steadily rollin up a swisher sweet Sack
after sack I'm, chiefin back to back Remove
them seeds I, constantly be havin aink attack Cause
it's a need I, can't help it I'm a fiend in love Hooked
on that aink and I be floatin to the skies above Smokin
blink it helps me think it, helps me feel at ease It
keeps me calm I be spendin almost all my cheese I
need that bomb in my chest I love that cess It
ain't no joke I can't cope unless I got that dope I
wanna smoke (chorus!...
girl: rp2x) [Gangsta
Pat] I
like to smoke my endo and get so high I
blow weed like I'm going crazy don't ask me why I
can't explain it I'm, so addicted I'm
deep in love wit that chronic it keeps me wicked I'm
hooked on bud I, be fiendin every time I'm sober About
to die I be lovin when my g's come over And
get me high as a mink coat Just
let the aink float through the sky When
I be smokin I can feel my throat gettin dry I
can't deny I got plenty problems But
only swishers and a fat sack can help me solve 'em I
ain't the one to be without that all-might gaunja It
ain't no solitary doubt that I must feed my hunger Like
Stevie Wonder I can't see into another day Espicially
if I gotta face that day without no hay It
ain't no way I gots to have it that's on the real That
ain't no joke so fry it up And
pass it through the field I wanna smoke (chorus
till end)
