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3t - gotta be you
it's getting kind of crazy ground is getting shaky got myself a triple hit and everything is black cronic like a bomb blow me up and now you're gone 'cause your nappy headed friends say i'm bad that's a fa


50 cent - i warned you
u used to that hammer hit that shell that hollow tip will go threw you. contact hop, smoke from the cronic got me fellin damonic, shot one in the head for any nigga that want it. i prepare for the worst, an


atmosphere - vowel movement
ch the antics, the atmos. never placid takes more than practice, so fuck with my fontic acrobatics, cronic wackness, that the diaognosis i've obstolled, this current phasurence was determinded in a crazy sp


dr. dre - the roach (the chronic outro)
fat one up for the world and hit this once or twice and you'll be twice as nice get it this is the cronic , ah, ha, ha, ha (play that motherfucker out there, nigga) make my bud the


game - gutter
e on white 550, 55 on da dash gotta' drive slow homie, kanye in da dash let da sun roof back and da cronic smoke out low pro pirelli so da giovannis poke out gwen stefani ridin' shotgun yea i'm high no doub


ginuwine - thank you's
ne, manager gerry vines, young lord, curt&rob, jazze pha, jonta' (good luck boy), charlucci, johnny cronic , rafael sidiq, tyrese gibson (my best man), lavon and the price famliy, underdogs with dial and dre


jin - g.o.l.d.e.n.
and the emcee back at it again.. pre got the shit sonicly mastered... thats why his 1st album the cronic s was a classic.. hip hop is pre most drum kicks.. resalace 36 chambers with karate flicks.. swizz i


killah priest - my life
ing from god hid like jonah in the club with bottles of corona surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers the ones that you find in a coma, play the corners gun holder sprayed the foreigners but to


kottonmouth kings - get your high on
mother fucker you'll be seeing in pictures with a bong, a joint, a pipe, or a big bag the crickedy cronic that i always seam to have yes i, always seem to have a little som'em som'em and i, always got the


lil' rob - str8 jackin'
corner blockshitin' switches everyday hitin' my bass up and you can hear a mile away still smokin' cronic cause i want it makes me fill good cause im still brown and smokin' sparks flyin' open from tha ga


lil wyte - get high
can read it and weep i lay back in the cut smokin on a big blunt waitin on a call to get some more cronic this shit one hit will sit cha down have ya chokin all night ready to vomit 50 bags out tha sack in


mariah carey - so lonely with twista
u know you get me so erotic especially when i be sippin hypnotique got me feelin like i'm smokin on cronic when we fuckin it be so exotic now i know that i be turnin on fiyay wit mariah and she know she be


mr. shadow - it's mr. shadow
first to fall, i'm the last man standing it's a war in the ghetto gotta come through blasting smoke cronic no matter where i'm at you can call it what you want, but i stay high like that i fly like that, wa


nate dogg - gansta nation
out of cuban cigars big by the linnas sip notic by the liters with a flock of pros on us cause the cronic is a grennes and to my g's incarcerated and on probation i'ma stay bagin for the whole g nation ni


warren g - gangsta sermon
lk about bitches n hoz there is somethin wrong with 'em especially now they want niggas to give 'em cronic and all that shit too but bitch i said bitch i ain't gonna go for it not now not ever lets raise th


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