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