And I wanna smoke... Red rum animosity And I wanna chief... I wanna smoke... And we gonna do it like this [Gangsta Pat] I gotta hunger for that chronic flow through my chest I need it daily and Im jumpy without no sess I like that lime green wrapped up tightly in a blunt And whenever theres a drought Im steady on a hunt I hit my hood feelin good I done found a sack I get a pint of yak and party till Im layed back Call up my click and have a smoke out its on again I chased that bud with that yak and let it do me in If its a sin then I hope the lord will understand I gotta chief until I choke cause thats my daily plain Cause Im that allmighty chiefer aint nothin sweeter Than the smell of skunk infested reefer, Ima 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 luv aint no joke Its hard to cope without that aink Cause I just gots to smoke!... chorusgirl 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, Im the head chiefer I love that reefer in my system, it relieves my pain And Im aware that its doin damage to my brain But I dont care, I like chillin wit my eyes redd Wit chronic leaves steadily dancin all around my head I got the munchies Im tripin off of everything I see High as I kite steadily rollin up a swisher sweet Sack after sack, Im chiefin back to back Remove them seeds, I constantly be havin aink attack Cause its a need, I cant help it Im 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 aint no joke I cant cope unless I got that dope I wanna smoke!... chorusgirl rp2x [Gangsta Pat] I like to smoke my endo and get so high I blow weed like Im going crazy dont ask me why I cant explain it, Im so addicted Im deep in love wit that chronic it keeps me wicked Im hooked on bud, I be fiendin every time Im sober About to die I be lovin when my gs 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 cant deny I got plenty problems But only swishers and a fat sack can help me solve em I aint the one to be without that allmight gaunja It aint no solitary doubt that I must feed my hunger Like Stevie Wonder I cant see into another day Espicially if I gotta face that day without no hay It aint no way I gots to have it thats on the real That aint no joke so fry it up And pass it through the field I wanna smoke chorus till end
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