Chronic Song

So let me hear you say to everyone out there

That smokes hella weed put your hands in the air

And let me hear you scream cuz this is what we do

And if you don't like well then fuck you too

'Cause I'm a chronic smoker a philly blunt toker

I mob in that seven deuce Nova

Toke a blunt of this mean green skunk

Got another four kilos in the back of my trunk

Punk smoke more weed than Johnny Blaze

I'm smokin' all day on these fat ass j's

And when I get home I grab my pipe spark my light