Tha Chronic lyrics

[Hook - Thomas Voight]
I smoke fat blunts every single motherf*cking day (Ouoo)
Don’t be tryna bring your motherf*cking mids to me (No mids here, no mids here)
I smoke that crypt, that chronic every single day (Every single day...)
I smoke fat blunts every single motherf*cking day (Yuh)

[Verse 1 - Blu]
Everywhere I go, you know I stay blunted
I stay puffin’ on them trees
I stay hotboxing in my elegy
And keep a bong up under my seat
I be smokin' til I fog out the crib
My eyes be lookin Chinese
But its a problem when you can't see the fridgе
And got the cottonmouth and munchies
And evеrywhere I go you know I smell funky
Like I'm wearing cologne made of weed
‘Cause I always got at least an O-Z on me
Got it on the low if you need
But you gotta throw down, or have 5 on it
If you tryna smoke up with me
'Cause I stay wit the A1, high grade, hydroponics
But nobody smokin for free

[Verse 2 - Young Dro]
Got that crypto, got that chronic
Got these n*ggas hooked on phonics
Got my plants on hydroponics
Hey yo DJ, where'd you find 'dis?
Yeah my girls, they look the finest
When I'm done, feel free, rewind this
I stay higher than a pilot
RIP to Kobe Bryant
Purple buds, okay, grind it
Yellow hairs, like a lion
Pushin' work out to the client
Got that work in my Porsche Cayenne
No, I'm not just gon stay silent
While my n*ggas out here dyin'
Preach and roll another giant
Dro's a phenom, call me Zion!
[Hook - Thomas Voight]
I smoke fat blunts every single motherf*cking day (Ouoo)
Don’t be tryna bring your motherf*cking mids to me (No mids here, no mids here)
I smoke that crypt, that chronic every single day (Every single day...)
I smoke fat blunts every single motherf*cking day (Yuh)

[Verse 3 - Thomas Voight]
Don’t try to bring your motherf*ckin' mids to me
I don't f*ck wit' cheese, I want you to get the f*ck away from me
b*tch I guarantee you smoke that weed with me so healthily
I’ll get you so f*cked up it’s like you sipped yourself some purple drink
But no this was just the purple weed
Got you litter than a Christmas tree
This chronic ain’t yo cup of tea? You better make it be
Or get 'yo ass, the f*ck away from me
Cause I don't want you f*cking my high up, nah, you’s a Debby D
In other words you ain’t sh*t to me, try to tell me you disagree
With the legalization of weed, I’ll bust a cap like you’re Kennedy
Hang yo ass up like a motherf*ckin’ olive tree
But yo this weed makes me thrive
I’m so f*cking high, I could reach up and give god a high five
I’m so f*cking high, I wanna just take a ride in an automatic drive
Just to look up at the sky like I’m back at being twenty-five
This weed is the only reason I’m alive, this sh*t helps me survive
Whenever I’m down it gives me a revive like we’re living in a drive
And by the way this weed ups my sex drive, so yeah, I guess I’ma...
Hmm, what is that? A motherf*cking hard drive, yea
[Hook - Thomas Voight]
I smoke fat blunts every single motherf*cking day (Ouoo)
Don’t be tryna bring your motherf*cking mids to me (No mids here, no mids here)
I smoke that crypt, that chronic every single day (Every single day...)
I smoke fat blunts every single motherf*cking day (Yuh)