Kronic Files

Pull it out my pocket, breaking down the chronic
Take a hit of this so you can take off on the rocket
Let a nigga know if you want it, I got it
I can even pull up to your spot, I'll drop it

You know I gots to have it, green is my habit
Take a hit of this and now you on another planet
Smoking with some OG's, all my niggas captains
Rolling up that good weed, none of that trash shit

I'm coming with the OZ if I pass it
Sticky and smelly, hit like acid
This that bomb tree, put you in a casket
No stems, no seeds, feel like magic

Relax yourself and reminisce on the past tense
Grab my bag, cause I got a few hounds since they see me smoking
So you know what they asking, I play my tracks
Now I got them hands bouncing
Ay, ay, now I got them motherfucking hands bouncing

They see me smoking so they asking
Now I got them motherfucking hands bouncing
They see me smoking so they asking

I smoke about an ounce a week
If you don't smoke that much then you can't smoke with me
Roll me up some weed, sprinkle in some keef
I ain't talking bout the mother bitch, I'm trying to preach

So go ahead and take a seat
Turn up the music, we ain't smoking cheap
Going past the peak, keep the brain on free
I got enough to smoke every day of the week

Ay, you can't get enough of it
I like to roll my blunt, fucking hella big
I'm that nigga kid, I don't give a shit
I'm not your avarit, I can handle it

Living life motherfucker, no hands on it
God got my whip, when I win this shit
We gon' split the chips and then run this bitch
I love smoking dope, man I never quit

Ay I love smoking dope, man I never quit
When I win this shit, we gon' split the chips
I love smoking dope, man I never quit
When I win this shit, we gon' split the chips
When I win this shit, we gon' split the chips