Kronik - Fredwreck, Snoop Dogg, Lil' Kim

Aiyyo Queen Bee, it’s Big Snoop Dogg

Why don’tcha blaze up some of that

Sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY!

(Yeah Snoop, I feel you man)

(That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me)

(Somebody help me, please!)

Tell you why I’m so damn fly

One hit of me and you’ll be so damn HIGH

Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy)

Come and get yo' head right (nigga)

He’s an addict of my pillow talk

Hourglass body and my runway walk

I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy

See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai

He’ll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright

Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light

Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo'

Get you higher than a jar of that

Girl yo' shit’s the chronic (chronic chronic)

Like a strawberry bag of weed

One hit of the chronic — woo, OWW!

Brother, she’ll put yo' ass to sleep

My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page

He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze

Pretty girl keep him home for days

Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple

Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky

Got G’s walkin with my name on they dickies

Get’cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness

I put the red light district out of business

They want me off the streets, they say I’m illegal

I’m more potent than a pound of sour diesel

Lot of copycats, don’t make that mistake

That homegrown shit’ll give yo' ass a headache

Who’s that peepin in my window

Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo

This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit

I’m the hottest product out on the market

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I’m addicted to the chronic

Baby girl what’cha doin to me

Ain’t nothin like the chronic

She’ll put yo' ass to sleep

I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice

Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price

Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice

Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim

Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns

Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend

Throw your dutchies in the sky if you’re fresh from yard

Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl)

Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah

De ganja, sensi-milla

Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya

I told y’all before I’m the ultimate rush

The chronic nigga

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