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You should with me

The chronic's
The blowing
The chronic's
The blowing (It blows my mind)

[Verse 1 - Snoop
Blowing to me, it's like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit and listen to me
Don't go me fool, go wit me
We blow it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney
Yeah, we got in common
They could search a nigga, but never finding my bomb and
I got the stash, spot, my got
Lot of motherfuckas pulling, police
I'm not The One nigga you could me The Two
Bob reincarnated, pupils dialated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, many times
You suprised how I it, huh?
You hate it, huh, but you know, I even trippin
I'm spliting that up, plotting on the come up
I'm my life, and never putting my gun up
Dranking my drink, and I'ma smoke blunt

[Verse 2 - Snoop
The greener the tree, the the bud
The of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was
I'm - buzzing high, sliding,
listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin
It's all to the good, the dash is
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya to fuck
But, they frontin and fakin, and time is
She don't give ya number now she hollin at Jason
Now don't get mad, just to the pad
And keep a G on the and roll another dub bag
(My nigga) that shit, hit that bitch
Then it to ya homie like playa, pimp (blaze that bitch)
And when you get dizzone, the do'
And let me get a snizzle
'Cause no fun, if the homies can't get none
Puff, puff, my nigga, one lizza

x2]
Do you wanna wit me (Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me
Baby and fuck with me
You should smokes me

[Verse 3 - Dogg]
the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, a model hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those with mind
My status has the baddest ever since I intro'd
I'm that nigga brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, French braids, and
Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the
Spell ya name in it, put ya in it
And hang with the nigga with the gang spinach
Drag it, blunt wrap it, or it
Don't really matter if it's in the package
Put it to the side, so ya boy hit the Eastside
I'm look for the cheefa
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme VA discount
I'm tryna wit the whole ounce (smoke me out)

x2]

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you fuck with we (Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell that shit right here)
And BBC -

[Chorus x2] + ad-libs*}

[Outro - Snoop
our drank
Ya dig what I'm
We gon' never sing
We gon' flow
we always hit the right note
(It my mind)
That's shit, Pharrell you my loc'
And for life my nigga
Haha, Gumpo
Neptunes, Star
(It my mind)
Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Records, ooh wee
(It my mind)..