The Neptunes - It Blows My Mind lyrics

You should smokes wit me "The chronics blowin" [Repeat: x 4] blowin chronic to me is like a tradition to me I gotz the pid-amps so sit down and listen to me "don't go against me boo, go wit me" We could blow it all together and bobby brown and whitney Yea we got somethin' in commin n***az search a n***a but they never find in my vomit I got the stash spot,my cash got A lot of mutha fukin fo police shots I'm not the one, n***a you could call me the two Bob marley we incartinated pupils nialated Imaxipated,concentrated,debated waitin Many times you surprised how I made it.(huh?) You hate it (huh) but you no I ain't even trippin I'm splitin that skwusha up plotin it cum up I'm livin my life n never puttin my gun up Drinkin my drink n imma smoke that blunt. [Chorus] The chronic's blowin (x4) The greena the tree the better the bud The strenth of the branch will tell ya how chronic it was (huh?) buzzin high slide n slippin got ya listenin to snoop N feel like you crippin It's all goody-good the dash wood You got some hoes in ya truck n now you ready to f** But They fright n fakin N time is wastin She don't wanna eat me now But now hollerin at jason Now, don't get madd Just roll to the pad Just keep it g on da b**h n roll anotha dubea (wat n***a) light that sh**, hit that b**h Then pa** it to ya homie like a player or pimp And wen ya get dizza crack da dough And then ya get a little sizza 'Cause ain't no fun if the homies can't get none f**,f** pa** my n***a [Chorus] The chronics blowin (x4) Do you wanna smoke wit me Come and keep me company Maybe come and f** wit me You should smoke wit me (x2) It's the diobalical chronical mythalogical phycological Make a model hoe f** a g.(g) Premedical status logos Ready can get it Teach to me and those inside wit mind apperatics My status has been the badest eva since that inrto I'm that n***a that brought y'all the info On the chucks spress braid and endo Big snoop dog wit da fog on the window Spell ya name n put ya face in it N hang wit da n***a wit da game face spinnin Grab it run rag it or zig zag it And it don't even matta if it in the package Put on the side so wen ya boy hit the east side I'm lookin fo the 5'5 g-fine Ay yo fo reel give that va dicount I'm tryin to bounce wit a whole ounce [Chorus] The chronics blowin [Repeat: x 4] Do you wanna smoke wit me Come and keep me company Maybe come n f** wit me You should smokes wit me [Repeat: x 2] Do ya do ya do ya do ya do ya Do ya think that you can f** wit me Do dat bbc n***a The chronics blowin [Repeat: x 8] [Children laughing] End.