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children of the corn (memphis) - chronic time lyrics

[intro]
yeah, [?]
biatch!
co posse represent in this motherf+cker
for the ’96
b+tch, its on
haha

what’s up to the playas
the pimps and the hoes
everybody chiefing chronic clouds out the door
roll up a f+ggot to take you through the night
now you like a kite
taking flight
[?]
now i tried all my life to be professional
big [?] playa in the game like the mafia
popping with the glock cause these n+ggas 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 n+ggas 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 [?] and green dope
roll it up, what do you want?
give your boy a shotgun
running out of smoke so n+gga 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 f+g with me
chiefing on the skunk, crunk, drunk
its the n+gga e
always down to chief
fired up and take [?]
[?] till this dope some fossil sh+t
light another blunt
crack the crown
you know we down to clown
crank the party now we crunk
pull a b+tch and get on down
h+a+y+n makes my day
till [?] little n+ggas [?] 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 [?] n+ggas [?] seventeen shots now its one drop in his grave
and for you eggheads
freaky+deaky sneaky stuff
this sh+t 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 b+tch for the ’96
[?] thick bia+
till i d+i+e +iatch!
[outro]
yeah
claren on this motherf+cker for the ’96
i know you all hated that
this might be the last you heard of crunk
what?
be that sh+t
children, the children
the children+
the children+
the children+
the children+
the children+
the children+
biatch!
[?] again; this sh+t don’t stop
haha

- children of the corn memphis lyrics

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