It Blows My Mind Lyrics - The Neptunes Present... Clones - The Neptunes

You should smokes wit me 

"The chronics blowin" [Repeat: x 4] 

blowin chronic to me is like a tradition to me 

I gotz the pid-amps so sit down and listen to me 

"don't go against me boo, go wit me" 

We could blow it all together and bobby brown and whitney 

Yea we got somethin' in commin 

Niggaz search a nigga but they never find in my vomit 

I got the stash spot,my cash got 

A lot of mutha fukin fo police shots 

I'm not the one, nigga you could call me the two 

Bob marley we incartinated pupils nialated 

Imaxipated,concentrated,debated waitin 

Many times you surprised how I made it.(huh?) 

You hate it (huh) but you no I ain't even trippin 

I'm splitin that skwusha up plotin it cum up 

I'm livin my life n never puttin my gun up 

Drinkin my drink n imma smoke that blunt. 

[Chorus] 

The chronic's blowin (x4) 

The greena the tree the better the bud 

The strenth of the branch will tell ya how chronic it was 

(huh?) buzzin high slide n slippin got ya listenin to snoop 

N feel like you crippin 

It's all goody-good the dash wood 

You got some hoes in ya truck n now you ready to fuck 

But 

They fright n fakin 

N time is wastin 

She don't wanna eat me now 

But now hollerin at jason 

Now, don't get madd 

Just roll to the pad 

Just keep it g on da bitch n roll anotha dubea 

(wat nigga) light that shit, hit that bitch 

Then pass it to ya homie like a player or pimp 

And wen ya get dizza crack da dough 

And then ya get a little sizza 

'Cause ain't no fun if the homies can't get none 

Fuck,fuck pass my nigga 

[Chorus] 

The chronics blowin (x4) 

Do you wanna smoke wit me 

Come and keep me company 

Maybe come and fuck wit me 

You should smoke wit me (x2) 

It's the diobalical chronical mythalogical phycological 

Make a model hoe fuck a g.(g) 

Premedical status logos 

Ready can get it 

Teach to me and those inside wit mind apperatics 

My status has been the badest eva since that inrto 

I'm that nigga that brought y'all the info 

On the chucks spress braid and endo 

Big snoop dog wit da fog on the window 

Spell ya name n put ya face in it 

N hang wit da nigga wit da game face spinnin 

Grab it run rag it or zig zag it 

And it don't even matta if it in the package 

Put on the side so wen ya boy hit the east side 

I'm lookin fo the 5'5 g-fine 

Ay yo fo reel give that va dicount 

I'm tryin to bounce wit a whole ounce 

[Chorus] 

The chronics blowin [Repeat: x 4] 

Do you wanna smoke wit me 

Come and keep me company 

Maybe come n fuck wit me 

You should smokes wit me [Repeat: x 2] 

Do ya do ya do ya do ya do ya 

Do ya think that you can fuck wit me 

Do dat bbc nigga 

The chronics blowin [Repeat: x 8] 

[Children laughing] 

End.