Zig Zag Lyrics

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Selected song name: Zig Zag
Singer Name: Bob Marley
Lyrics written by: Bob Marley

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You should smokes with me

The chronic's blowing
The chronic's blowing
The chronic's blowing
The chronic's blowing

Blowing chronic to me, it's like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and listen to me
Don't go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney
Yeah, we got something in common
They could search a n***a, but they never finding my bomb and
I got the stash, spot, my cash got
Lot of motherf**kas pulling, police shots
I'm not The One n***a you could call me The Two
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils dialated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many times
You suprised how I made it, huh?
You hate it, huh, but you know, I ain't even trippin
I'm spliting that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I'm living my life, and never putting my gun up
Dranking my drink, and I'ma smoke that blunt

The greener the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was
I'm - buzzing high, sliding, slippin
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin
It's all to the good, the dash is wood
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to f**k
But, they frontin and fakin, and time is waistin
She don't wanna give ya number now she hollin at Jason
Now don't get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the b*t*h and roll another dub bag
light that sh*t, hit that b*t*h
Then past it to ya homie like playa, pimp
And when you get dizzone, crack the do'
And let me get a little snizzle
'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't get none
Puff, puff, pa** my n***a, one lizza

Do you wanna smoke wit me
Come and keep me company
Baby come and f**k with me
You should smokes with me

It's the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a model hoe, f**k a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those with mind apparatus
My status has been the baddest ever since I intro'd
I'm that n***a that brought y'all the info
On the Chucks, French braids, and endo
Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the window
Spell ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the n***a with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, blunt wrap it, or zig-zag it
Don't really matter even if it's in the package
Put it to the side, so when ya boy hit the Eastside
I'm look for the firefied cheefa
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the whole ounce

Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you could f**k with we

And BBC - n***a
+ {*Snoop ad-libs*}

Dranking our drank
Ya dig what I'm sayin?
We ain't gon' never sing
We gon' still flow
Cause we always hit the right note

That's real sh*t, Pharrell you my loc'
And that's for life my n***a
Haha, Gangsta Gumpo
Neptunes, Star Trak

Billionaire Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Style Records, ooh wee