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!) (somebody, somebody 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) (shit's the chronic baby) Like a strawberry bag of weed (like a strawberry, bag of weed I) One hit of the chronic - woo, OWW! Brother, she'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put yo' ass to sleep) (ahh, na na)
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
I'm addicted to the chronic (said I'm addicted to it, baby) Baby girl what'cha doin to me (what'cha doin me, what'cha doin me) Ain't nothin like the chronic (ain't nothin like it nah nah nah) She'll put yo' ass to sleep (she'll put you right to sleep, 1-2-3)
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
