Snoop Dogg, Pharrell - It Blows My Mind lyrics

You should smokes with me

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

Blowing chronic to me
It's like a tradition to me
I got the pi doun
So sit down and listen to me
Don't go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together
Like Bobby Brown and Whitney
Yeah, we got something in common
They could search a nigga
But they never finding my bomb and
I got the stash, spot, my cash got
Lot of motherfuckas pulling, police shots
I'm not "The One" nigga you
Could call me "The Two"
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils dilated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated
Rated many times
You suprised how I made it, huh?
You hate it, huh, but you know
I ain't even trippin
I'm spliting that Swisha up
Plotting on the come up i'm living my life
And never putting my gun up
Dranking my drink, and I'mma smoke that blunt

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

Do you wanna smoke wit me (Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me company
Baby come and fuck with me
You should smokes with me

It's the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a model ho, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those
Ready can get it teacher taught it to those
With mind apparatus
My status has been the baddest
Ever since I intro'd
I'm that nigga that brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, French braids, and endo
Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the window
Spell ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga with
The gang bang spinach
Drag it, blunt wrap it, or zig-zag it
Don't really matter even if
It's in the package put it to the side
So when ya boy hit the Eastside
I'm look for the firefied cheefa
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the whole ounce
(smoke me out)

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you could fuck with weed
(Star Trak)
(yeah Pharrell this that shit right here)
And BBC - nigga

Dranking our drank ya dig what I'm sayin?
We ain't gon' never sing we gon' still flow
Cause we always hit the right note
(It blows my mind)
That's real shit, Pharrell you my loc'
And that's for life my nigga
Haha, Gangsta Gumpo neptunes, Star Trak
(It blows my mind)
Billionaire Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Style Records, ooh wee
(It blows my mind)