Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kronik, artist - Lil' Kim. Album song The Naked Truth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Kronik |
| Aiyyo Queen Bee, it’s Big Snoop Dogg |
| Why don’tcha blaze up some of that |
| Sticky icky icky icky icky icky icky ICKY! |
| (Yeah Snoop, I feel you man) |
| (That package of Lil' Kim just be CALLIN me) |
| (Somebody help me, please!) |
| Tell you why I’m so damn fly |
| One hit of me and you’ll be so damn HIGH |
| Plus I got that hydro flow (so sexy) |
| Come and get yo' head right (nigga) |
| He’s an addict of my pillow talk |
| Hourglass body and my runway walk |
| I got a sweet tooth for the chocolate guy |
| See him lickin on his lips with his chocolate thai |
| He’ll have my wrists lookin like rainbow bright |
| Once he stick his pipe in this atomic light |
| Lil' Kim have you fiendin fo' mo' |
| Get you higher than a jar of that |
| Girl yo' shit’s the chronic (chronic chronic) |
| Like a strawberry bag of weed |
| One hit of the chronic — woo, OWW! |
| Brother, she’ll put yo' ass to sleep |
| My sugar daddy from Brooklyn just sent me a page |
| He tryin to come blaze some of this watermelon haze |
| Pretty girl keep him home for days |
| Bustin nuts and seein circles from this bag of sweet purple |
| Homies out in L.A., call me Lil' Sticky |
| Got G’s walkin with my name on they dickies |
| Get’cha higher than Amsterdam, God is my witness |
| I put the red light district out of business |
| They want me off the streets, they say I’m illegal |
| I’m more potent than a pound of sour diesel |
| Lot of copycats, don’t make that mistake |
| That homegrown shit’ll give yo' ass a headache |
| Who’s that peepin in my window |
| Tryin to get a toke and a sniff of this indo |
| This bag of Kim have you ready to spark shit |
| I’m the hottest product out on the market |
| w/ different ad libs |
| I’m addicted to the chronic |
| Baby girl what’cha doin to me |
| Ain’t nothin like the chronic |
| She’ll put yo' ass to sleep |
| I got the fiends lined up coppin my shit twice |
| Nookie get you so nice I got to raise the price |
| Got dudes puttin up they cars, cribs and ice |
| Centurions, for a hit of this Lil' Kim |
| Toppa toppa my Jamaican bredderns |
| Rude bwoy dem come holla at a legend |
| Throw your dutchies in the sky if you’re fresh from yard |
| Honey girl leave ya 'round the morgue (honey girl) |
| Sayin damn ma, I love you like de lah |
| De ganja, sensi-milla |
| Can I feel ya, just wanna touch ya |
| I told y’all before I’m the ultimate rush |
| The chronic nigga |
| w/ all new ad libs |
| w/ new ad libs |