Kronik Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Aiyyo Queen Bee, it's Big Snoop Dogg 

Why don'tcha blaze up some of that 

sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY! 

(Yeah Snoop, I feel you man) 

(That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me) 

(Somebody help me, please!) 

(somebody, somebody please) 

Tell you why I'm so damn fly 

One hit of me and you'll be so damn HIGH 

Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy) 

Come and get yo' head right (nigga) 

He's an addict of my pillow talk 

Hourglass body and my runway walk 

I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy 

See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai 

He'll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright 

Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light 

Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo' 

Get you higher than a jar of that {??} 

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Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) 

(shit's the chronic baby) 

Like a strawberry bag of weed 

(like a strawberry, bag of weed I) 

One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! 

Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep 

(she'll put yo' ass to sleep) 

(ahh, na na) 

My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page 

He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze 

Pretty girl keep him home for days 

Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple 

Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky 

Got G's walkin with my name on they dickies 

Get'cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness 

I put the red light district out of business 

They want me off the streets, they say I'm illegal 

I'm more potent than a pound of sour diesel 

Lot of copycats, don't make that mistake 

That homegrown shit'll give yo' ass a headache 

Who's that peepin in my window 

Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo 

This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit 

I'm the hottest product out on the market 

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Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) 

(shit's the chronic baby) 

Like a strawberry bag of weed 

(like a strawberry, bag of weed I) 

One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! 

Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep 

(she'll put yo' ass to sleep) 

(ahh, na na) 

I'm addicted to the chronic 

(said I'm addicted to it, baby) 

Baby girl what'cha doin to me 

(what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me) 

Ain't nothin like the chronic 

(ain't nothin like it nah nah nah) 

She'll put yo' ass to sleep 

(she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3) 

I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice 

Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price 

Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice 

Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim 

Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns 

Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend 

Throw your dutchies in the sky if you're fresh from yard 

Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl) 

Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah 

De ganja, sensi-milla 

Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya 

I told y'all before I'm the ultimate rush 

The chronic nigga 

Girl yo' shit's the chronic (chronic chronic) 

(shit's the chronic baby) 

Like a strawberry bag of weed 

(like a strawberry, bag of weed I) 

One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! 

Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep 

(she'll put yo' ass to sleep) 

(ahh, na na) 

I'm addicted to the chronic 

(said I'm addicted to it, baby) 

Baby girl what'cha doin to me 

(what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me)