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Snoop Doggy Dogg - It Blows My Mind Lyrics




U should smokes wit me



"the chronics blowin"(x4)



blowin chronic to me is like a tradition to me

i gotz the pid-amps so sit down and listen to me

"dont go against me boo, go wit me"

we could blow it all together and bobby brown and whitney

yea we got somethin' in commin

niggaz search a nigga but they never find in my vomit

i got the stash spot,my cash got

a lot of mutha fukin fo police shots

im not the one, nigga u could call me the two

bob marley we incartinated pupils nialated

imaxipated,concentrated,debated waitin

many times u suprised how i made it.(huh?)

u hate it (huh) but u no i aint even trippin

im splitin that skwusha up plotin it cum up

im livin my life n never puttin my gun up

drinkin my drink n imma smoke that blunt.



(chorus)

the chronic's blowin (x4)



(verse 2)

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 u crippin

itz all goody-good the dash wood

u got some hoes in ya truck n now u ready to fuk

BUT

they fright n fakin

n time is wastin

she dont wanna eat me now

but now hollerin at jason

now, dont get madd

just roll to the pad

just keep it G on da bitch n roll anotha dubea

(wat nigga) light that shit, hit that bitch

then pass it to ya homie like a player or pimp

and wen ya get dizza crack da dough

and then ya get a little sizza

cuz aint no fun if the homies cant get none

f*ck,f*ck pass my nigga



(CHORUS)

the chronics blowin (x4)

DO U WANNA SMOKE WIT ME

COME AND KEEP ME COMPANY

MAYBE COME AND F*CK WIT ME

U SHOULD SMOKE WIT ME (x2)



itz the diobalical chronical mythalogical phycological

make a model hoe fuk a G.(G)

premedical status logos

ready cn get it

teach to me and those inside wit mind apperatics

my status has been the badest eva since that INRTO

im that nigga that brought yall 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 nigga wit da game face spinnin

grab it run rag it or zig zag it

and it dont even matta if it in the package

put on the side so wen ya boy hit the EAST SIDE

im lookin fo the 5'5 g-fine

ay yo fo reel give that VA dicount

im tryin to bounce wit a whole ounce



(CHORUS)

the chronics blowin (x4)

DO U WANNASMOKE WIT ME

COME AND KEEP ME COMPANY

MAYBE COME N FUK WIT ME

U SHOULD SMOKES WIT ME (X2)



DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA

DO YA THINK THAT U CAN FUK WIT ME

do dat BBC nigga



the chronics blowin (x8)



(children laughing)

end.
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U should smokes wit me



"the chronics blowin"(x4)



blowin chronic to me is like a tradition to me

i gotz the pid-amps so sit down and listen to me

"dont go against me boo, go wit me"

we could blow it all together and bobby brown and whitney

yea we got somethin' in commin

niggaz search a nigga but they never find in my vomit

i got the stash spot,my cash got

a lot of mutha fukin fo police shots

im not the one, nigga u could call me the two

bob marley we incartinated pupils nialated

imaxipated,concentrated,debated waitin

many times u suprised how i made it.(huh?)

u hate it (huh) but u no i aint even trippin

im splitin that skwusha up plotin it cum up

im livin my life n never puttin my gun up

drinkin my drink n imma smoke that blunt.



(chorus)

the chronic's blowin (x4)



(verse 2)

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 u crippin

itz all goody-good the dash wood

u got some hoes in ya truck n now u ready to fuk

BUT

they fright n fakin

n time is wastin

she dont wanna eat me now

but now hollerin at jason

now, dont get madd

just roll to the pad

just keep it G on da bitch n roll anotha dubea

(wat nigga) light that shit, hit that bitch

then pass it to ya homie like a player or pimp

and wen ya get dizza crack da dough

and then ya get a little sizza

cuz aint no fun if the homies cant get none

f*ck,f*ck pass my nigga



(CHORUS)

the chronics blowin (x4)

DO U WANNA SMOKE WIT ME

COME AND KEEP ME COMPANY

MAYBE COME AND F*CK WIT ME

U SHOULD SMOKE WIT ME (x2)



itz the diobalical chronical mythalogical phycological

make a model hoe fuk a G.(G)

premedical status logos

ready cn get it

teach to me and those inside wit mind apperatics

my status has been the badest eva since that INRTO

im that nigga that brought yall 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 nigga wit da game face spinnin

grab it run rag it or zig zag it

and it dont even matta if it in the package

put on the side so wen ya boy hit the EAST SIDE

im lookin fo the 5'5 g-fine

ay yo fo reel give that VA dicount

im tryin to bounce wit a whole ounce



(CHORUS)

the chronics blowin (x4)

DO U WANNASMOKE WIT ME

COME AND KEEP ME COMPANY

MAYBE COME N FUK WIT ME

U SHOULD SMOKES WIT ME (X2)



DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA DO YA

DO YA THINK THAT U CAN FUK WIT ME

do dat BBC nigga



the chronics blowin (x8)



(children laughing)

end.
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Writer: CALVIN BROADUS, CHAD HUGO, PHARRELL WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.


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