Chronic Time by Children Of The Corn (Memphis)
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Chronic Time Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
Biatch!
CL Posse represent in this motherfucker
For the '96
Bitch, its on
Haha

What’s up to the playas
The pimps and the hoes
Everybody chiefing chronic clouds out the door
Roll up a faggot to take you through the night
Now you like a kite
Taking flight
High as [?]
Now I tried all my life to be professional
Big [?] playa in the game like the mafia
Popping with the Glock cause these niggas wanna violate
What will it take to make them straight
Put a busta in his place
Don't you hate the haters, the fakers, the onеs who cross you out?
For you niggas staying real you can feel what I'm talking ’bout
Much love to my momma mane
Hеlp me through the right thing
Encouraging me to have some thangs
[?]
Yet still I'm choking chronic smoke
Bustas gonna purify red herb and green dope
Roll it up, what do you want?
Give your boy a shotgun
Running out of smoke so nigga hurry up and pass me one
Let me get my chance to ride up to cloud nine
My posse got my back and now I think its close to chronic time

Choking [?]
[?]
I won't stop
Haha

Swisher sweets, playa treats
Somebody match a fag with me
Chiefing on the skunk, crunk, drunk
Its the nigga E
Always down to chief
Fired up and take [?]
[?] till this dope some fossil shit
Light another blunt
Crack the crown
You know we down to clown
Crank the party now we crunk
Pull a bitch and get on down
H-A-Y-N makes my day
Till [?] little niggas [?] found swishers in the ashtray
Lemon lame tryna tell me that I should be shamed
Cause I never stop chiefing my dope mane
Coughing, smoking, chilling, straight
No love for those hate
Playas [?] niggas [?] seventeen shots now its one drop in his grave
And for you eggheads
Freaky-deaky sneaky stuff
This shit feels better all the time when I'm on the thang
[?] bust a nut
So, I won't stop chiefing this reefer
So you don't even ask me to quit stopping
Because you're wasting your time or breathing
Laidback on cloud nine
[?] with hoes go
Ninety percent is the times they do
Ninety percent is the day I smoke
On that level
So be careful
Smoked out, loked out till I die
Lil E on this bitch for the '96
[?] thick bia-
Till I D-I-E -iatch!

[Outro]
Yeah
Claren on this motherfucker for the ’96
I know you all hated that
This might be the last you heard of crunk
What?
Be that shit
Children, the children
The children-
The children-
The children-
The children-
The children-
The children-
Biatch!
[?] again; this shit don’t stop
Haha

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