Kronik(Featuring J. Richter)

Pass that sack to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Smoke some more with me (Smoke my what?)
That chronic weed

We came on like the Richter said before
Been knee deep in this shit since fourteen years old
Since I flipped my first sack and made my first dough
Since my homie introduced me to a kilo
Been on every beat, LA to SD
Southern Cali under Nick, my feet soldiers never sleep
Riverside, Gomez, that's where we at right now
But we always keep love for PTB hometown

So if you down with the kings and got cottonmouth
Listen to Run-DMC and Bob Marley a lot
Then you know what I mean and feel what I'm spittin'
I be the one known as Richter takin' all you cats' kittens

Pass that sack to me (Break it up)
Come get high with me (Come on, come on, roll it up)
Smoke some more with me (Smoke it up, what?)
That chronic weed
Come and get some more (Break it up)
Take another toke (Come on, come on, roll it up)
You'll be high for sure (Smoke it up, what?)
That chronic weed

How the fuck you gon' bounce with the best of us
When you ain't even sat down and had a test with us?
Smoke, check with us, now you wanna get high
We make the hardest motherfuckers hit they chest and cry
Cough up your lungs, son, tell me when you're done
You know the P-Town baller got more to come (PTB)
Smoke the shit for fun, we hit it hard like what?
So put a pipe in your mouth, start doin' some dirt, doin' some dirt

We got a big ol' pile of buds out on the table
We gon' roll it up and smoke it up until we disabled
Ain't no need to explain, I'm trippin' to handle the B
And even if I was to tell you, yo, you
Wouldn't be believin' (Pass that shit)

Pass that sack to me (Break it up)
Come get high with me (Come on, come on, roll it up)
Smoke some more with me (Smoke it up, what?)
That chronic weed
Come and get some more (Break it up)
Take another toke (Come on, come on, roll it up)
You'll be high for sure (Smoke it up, what?)
That chronic weed

Break it up (Come on, come on)
Roll it up
Smoke it up (Smoke my what?)
That chronic weed

That's right, baby, bring me what I need (Yeah)
Come on, baby, bring that chronic weed (You know)
That sticky green that makes my eyes bleed (Ooh-wee)
'Cause when you're high, it makes the sex so lovely
Now don't be bringin' that B.C. (I've had enough)
All I want is some triples, please (Now smoke it up)
We gonna blaze 'til the sack's empty (You know 'bout us)
It's Johnny Richter on the track with Judge D

Sippin' wine, feelin' fine, fuckin', strippin', smokin' kind
What you know about this crazy lifestyle of mine?
And it just don't stop, yo, it's never gonna end
Judge D and Johnny Richter just doin' it again

Pass that sack to me (Break it up)
Come get high with me (Come on, come on, roll it up)
Smoke some more with me (Smoke it up, what?)
That chronic weed
Come and get some more (Break it up)
Take another toke (Come on, come on, roll it up)
You'll be high for sure (Smoke it up, what?)
That chronic weed
Pass that sack to me (Break it up)
Come on, come on
Smoke some more with me (Smoke it up)
Come and get some more (Break it up)
Come on, come on
You'll be high for sure (Smoke it up)
That chronic weed