Chronic Song Lyrics - Singles - The Holdup

And if you comin up on my spot 

Then you just better keep movin on 

Cause when we smoke it we choke on it 

And we only roll the chronic 

One little dab of only ten 

Well they got more than you be on it 

If you wanna bring some friends 

Then they better bring some chronic 

Cause everybody wants it 

No one gon gets on it 

They come'n with that bud 

Gonna blow some blunts and get retarted 

And if nobody want the roach 

We gonna pack it in a bong 

Get a flame and then we gonna torch it 

And ad it to my lungs 

Ad it to my lungs, ad it to my lungs 

They come'n in with that bud 

Gonna blow some blunts and go get some 

And then i once met a man who told me 

The best bud he ever smoked 

Is the shit he be gettin from Cali 

Said man this ain't no joke 

And if u really do want it baby 

You better come into Cali 

Buy these kids with a royal blunt 

Would have been trees up in the body... Holdup 

Gonna take it from here, thier dead 

Thier gonna bring the cash 

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Better be no pinchin or skempin 

A little nuggie out my sack 

And if you kickin it in the park 

Baby it's cool to lite a blunt 

Better not be any postman runnin up 

Cause i'm just to stoned to run 

And if you want this 

All you got to do is ask me super chronic 

I'm wrappin the bud in baggie Supersonic 

You know we dont smoke no crap we get retarded 

Police gonna ask me if I'm on it 

Tryin to keep me happy so I bought it 

Bought it, bought it, bought it 

I feel my brain inside my head 

Roll it, toke it, smoke it, choke it until I'm dead 

I'm on my mission to get my bread 

Ain't gonna fuck my life up get money instead 

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I feel that bass line droppin 

And we out of control 

We bumpin them up the music 

And you feel it in the soul 

And if you comin up on the spot 

Just to pack a fuckin bowl 

While we watchin all them girlies 

As they grind on the poll 

You goin to a party 

You comin to my show 

When The Holdup be leavin 

Then girlies will go