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Guess who back in the buildin', stackin' them millions Y'all wanted me to rap, I'm bringin' back that feelin' Bridge the gap between mumble rap and these killers Bridge the gap between smokers and lean sippers These niggas make records to please niggas I make records every second to shelter and feed niggas What is hip-hop these days, jealousy and greed, nigga? Champagne bottles and IG models that tease niggas? I smoke weed to keep my mind at ease, nigga Dr. Dre planted this Chronic seed, nigga Y'all don't want no smoke with me, nigga L.A. is a hot box, it's hard to breathe in it Got hives all over my city with bees in it No traffic, they'll swarm to the club in three minutes And if they late, I bob and weave niggas Always whippin' niggas ass, feelin' like I'm in a Creed, nigga They don't want no Chronic smoke with me They don't want no Chronic smoke with me Puff, puff, pass They don't want no Chronic smoke with me They don't want no Chronic smoke with me Puff, puff, pass They don't want no Chronic smoke with me They don't want no Chronic smoke with me Better pass, homie Letras de cancionesThey don't want no Chronic smoke with me Y'all better off tryna smoke with me They don't want no smoke with me They don't want no smoke with me, my darling They don't want no smoke with me They don't want no smoke with me, my darling Darling, darling My Documentary Grammy went to Missy I learned my lesson then Hip-hop'll take your heart no matter the type of vest you in But I was vested in my legacy And at the end, I could get shot like 'Pac and I felt like I was his next of kin Had to kick the door down since niggas ain't wanna let me in Tell 'em its Game but these hoes call me ESPN Took Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend Before that, do you remember what condition the West was in? Sittin' there, record playin', Swizz Beatz lecturin' Pharrell told me, "You gotta chill, God gave you a second chance" Even though I respect my fam', don't move without the TEC in hand And none of y'all nigga don't really want no smoke, not even second-hand I'm from L.A. where even bitches pack an extra friend And we make lil' niggas like Soulja Boy sneak our weapons in F and Ns that drop one of your F'in friends This kind of smoke'll make Red not wanna stand next to Method Man They don't want no Chronic smoke with me They don't want no Chronic smoke with me Puff, puff, pass They don't want no Chronic smoke with me They don't want no Chronic smoke with me Puff, puff, pass They don't want no Chronic smoke with me They don't want no Chronic smoke with me Better pass, homie They don't want no Chronic smoke with me Y'all better off tryna smoke with me They don't want no smoke with me They don't want no smoke with me, my darling They don't want no smoke with me They don't want no smoke with me, my darling Darling, darling My darling My darling They don't want no smoke with me From Letras Mania