Chronic Lyrics by That Mexican OT & Bravo the Bagchaser
Hey, yo, is That Mexican OT?
Keep a bottle of Listerine on me, you talk crazy, I’m at your tooth
I don’t play no video games, you ain’t 50 Cent, you ain’t bulletproof
Do his ass like Tupac when we shoot his ass, ***, I got the juice
See, I got Versaces on my frame and I got cow ass on my boots
Woke up in the morning, smell a lil’ cow *** and some fresh cut grass
Threw me in the water, ***, I went fishing and caught a bass
I’m a country boy, went straight to the city and came out with some cash
In the sto-lo racing with the laws, if you ain’t first, well then, you last
I got Ricky Bobby money, I’ll be shaking and be baking
I’m a ho ass ***, I’ll rob lil’ buddy naked
My *** be thinking these hoes be on my mind, but money what I’m thinking
Lil’ *** I’m banking, I stay on my grind, I ain’t got no time for caking
Bad *** like this music and it make they booty bounce
*** that bottle, ho, I’m in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don’t take her back to mama, you take this *** to the South
Bad *** like this music and it make they booty bounce
*** that bottle, ho, I’m in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don’t take her back to mama, you take this *** to the South
Can’t take this *** to mama, can’t show a *** where I live
Keep it on me, don’t want karma for all the *** that I did
*** Benihanas, call up mama, I’m pulling up to the crib
‘Fore I sleep, I bow my head ’cause I should be doing a bid
I be nuttin’ in my *** like I want another kid, huh
I can’t get your wig done, split a *** wig, uh, uh
I’m with OT, we got chop, sitting in traffic
I never had ***, now I live a life I couldn’t imagine
I got ratchet *** and got *** into fashion
Got a four door for the gang and bought a coupe just to go faster
Damn
Beat that *** down all night, ***, I don’t need enhancements
Bad *** like this music and it make they booty bounce
*** that bottle, ho, I’m in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don’t take her back to mama, you take this *** to the South
Bad *** like this music and it make they booty bounce
*** that bottle, ho, I’m in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don’t take her back to mama, you take this *** to the South
You don’t take her back to mama, you take this *** to the South
You don’t take her back to mama, you take this *** to the South