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Chronic Song
The Holdup Lyrics


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And if you comin up on my spot
Then you just better keep movin on
Cause when we smoke it we choke on it
And we only roll the chronic
One little dab of only ten
Well they got more than you be on it
If you wanna bring some friends
Then they better bring some chronic
Cause everybody wants it
No one gon gets on it
They come'n with that bud
Gonna blow some blunts and get retarted
And if nobody want the roach
We gonna pack it in a bong
Get a flame and then we gonna torch it
And ad it to my lungs
Ad it to my lungs, ad it to my lungs
They come'n in with that bud
Gonna blow some blunts and go get some
And then i once met a man who told me
The best bud he ever smoked
Is the shit he be gettin from Cali
Said man this ain't no joke
And if u really do want it baby
You better come into Cali
Buy these kids with a royal blunt
Would have been trees up in the body... Holdup

Gonna take it from here, thier dead
Thier gonna bring the cash

Better be no pinchin or skempin
A little nuggie out my sack
And if you kickin it in the park
Baby it's cool to lite a blunt
Better not be any postman runnin up
Cause i'm just to stoned to run
And if you want this
All you got to do is ask me super chronic
I'm wrappin the bud in baggie Supersonic
You know we dont smoke no crap we get retarded
Police gonna ask me if I'm on it
Tryin to keep me happy so I bought it
Bought it, bought it, bought it
I feel my brain inside my head
Roll it, toke it, smoke it, choke it until I'm dead
I'm on my mission to get my bread
Ain't gonna fuck my life up get money instead

I feel that bass line droppin
And we out of control
We bumpin them up the music
And you feel it in the soul
And if you comin up on the spot
Just to pack a fuckin bowl
While we watchin all them girlies
As they grind on the poll
You goin to a party
You comin to my show
When The Holdup be leavin
Then girlies will go

Overall Meaning

The Holdup's song "Chronic Song" is an ode to smoking marijuana, specifically a strain called "chronic." The speaker warns anyone who wants to come to their spot to smoke to bring their own, as they only roll with the good stuff. They plan to smoke until they can't see straight, passing joints and blunts back and forth. The song also includes a reference to a man who told the speaker that the best bud he ever smoked came from California, and encourages listeners to come to Cali to get it.


The song is a celebration of the stoner lifestyle, with the band members reveling in their love of weed and the feeling it gives them. The lyrics are fairly straightforward, with no hidden meaning or subtext. However, the song does capture a sense of camaraderie and bonding that can come from smoking together with friends. The chorus, with its repeated refrain of "add it to my lungs," emphasizes the importance of smoking to the band and their listeners.


Overall, "Chronic Song" is a catchy and enjoyable song that will appeal to anyone who loves smoking marijuana or simply enjoys the band's laid-back vibe.


Line by Line Meaning

And if you comin up on my spot
If you're coming to my place


Then you just better keep movin on
Better leave if you don't have any weed


Cause when we smoke it we choke on it
Our weed is so strong that we cough a lot


And we only roll the chronic
We only smoke high-quality marijuana


One little dab of only ten
Even a small amount of our weed is potent


Well they got more than you be on it
If you smoke more, you'll get higher


If you wanna bring some friends
If you want to bring your friends


Then they better bring some chronic
Make sure your friends have good weed too


Cause everybody wants it
Everyone wants our high-quality marijuana


No one gon gets on it
Nobody will smoke it all


They come'n with that bud
People come with their own weed


Gonna blow some blunts and get retarted
We're going to smoke some joints and get really high


And if nobody want the roach
If nobody wants the end of the joint


We gonna pack it in a bong
We'll pack it in a water pipe


Get a flame and then we gonna torch it
We'll light it up and inhale the smoke


And ad it to my lungs
We'll inhale the smoke into our lungs


Ad it to my lungs, ad it to my lungs
We'll keep inhaling the smoke


They come'n in with that bud
More people arrive with their weed


Gonna blow some blunts and go get some
We're going to smoke some joints and get more weed


And then i once met a man who told me
I met a guy who told me


The best bud he ever smoked
The highest quality weed he ever had


Is the shit he be gettin from Cali
Comes from California


Said man this ain't no joke
He was serious


And if u really do want it baby
If you really want high-quality weed


You better come into Cali
You have to go to California to get it


Buy these kids with a royal blunt
Buy it from these guys with a cigar


Would have been trees up in the body... Holdup
It's such good weed that it's worth a lot of money


Gonna take it from here, thier dead
I'm taking over the song now


Thier gonna bring the cash
They're going to pay for the weed


Better be no pinchin or skempin
Don't try to steal or cheat us


A little nuggie out my sack
A small bit of weed from my stash


And if you kickin it in the park
If you're hanging out in the park


Baby it's cool to lite a blunt
It's okay to smoke a joint


Better not be any postman runnin up
Hope there are no cops around


Cause i'm just to stoned to run
Because I'm too high to run away


And if you want this
If you want our weed


All you got to do is ask me super chronic
Just ask us for super-high-quality weed


I'm wrappin the bud in baggie Supersonic
We're packaging the weed in the fastest way possible


You know we dont smoke no crap we get retarded
We don't smoke low-quality weed and we get high


Police gonna ask me if I'm on it
The police might ask me if I'm high


Tryin to keep me happy so I bought it
I bought the weed to keep myself happy


Bought it, bought it, bought it
I bought a lot of weed


I feel my brain inside my head
I can feel the effects of the weed on my brain


Roll it, toke it, smoke it, choke it until I'm dead
I'm going to keep smoking weed until I die


I'm on my mission to get my bread
I'm focused on making money


Ain't gonna fuck my life up get money instead
I'm not going to ruin my life by doing drugs, I'll make money instead


I feel that bass line droppin
I can feel the bass in the music


And we out of control
We're getting wild


We bumpin them up the music
We're listening to loud music


And you feel it in the soul
The music is reaching our souls


And if you comin up on the spot
If you're coming to our place


Just to pack a fuckin bowl
Just to smoke a bowl of weed


While we watchin all them girlies
While we watch all the girls


As they grind on the poll
As they dance provocatively


You goin to a party
You're going to a party


You comin to my show
Come to our concert


When The Holdup be leavin
When our band is leaving


Then girlies will go
The girls will leave too




Writer(s): Cesar Alfonso Estrada, Kyle Jon Christensen, Daniel Lucas Flores, Michael Ryan Garmany Copyright: Songs Mp

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Alex Benz

lyrics:

And if you comin up on my spot
Then you just better keep movin on
Cause when we smoke it we choke on it
And we only roll the chronic
One little dab of only ten
Well they got more than you be on it
If you wanna bring some friends
Then they better bring some chronic
Cause everybody wants it
No one gon gets on it
They come'n with that bud
Gonna blow some blunts and get retarted
And if nobody want the roach
We gonna pack it in a bong
Get a flame and then we gonna torch it
And ad it to my lungs
Ad it to my lungs, ad it to my lungs
They come'n in with that bud
Gonna blow some blunts and go get some
And then i once met a man who told me
The best bud he ever smoked
Is the shit he be gettin from Cali
Said man this ain't no joke
And if u really do want it baby
You better come into Cali
Buy these kids with a royal blunt
Would have been trees up in the body.....Holdup

Gonna take it from here, thier dead
Thier gonna bring the cash
Better be no pinchin or skempin
A little nuggie out my sack
And if you kickin it in the park
Baby it's cool to lite a blunt
Better not be any postman runnin up
Cause i'm just to stoned to run
And if you want this
All you got to do is ask me super chronic
I'm wrappin the bud in baggie Supersonic
You know we dont smoke no crap we get retarded
Police gonna ask me if I'm on it
Tryin to keep me happy so I bought it
Bought it, bought it, bought it
I feel my brain inside my head
Roll it, toke it, smoke it, choke it until I'm dead
I'm on my mission to get my bread
Ain't gonna fuck my life up get money instead

I feel that bass line droppin
And we out of control
We bumpin them up the music
And you feel it in the soul
And if you comin up on the spot
Just to pack a fuckin bowl
While we watchin all them girlies
As they grind on the poll
You goin to a party
You comin to my show
When The Holdup be leavin
Then girlies will go

Alex Maughan

Song reminds me of "This Joint - Slightly Stoopid" Listen to it if you haven't already!

Robert Aceves

how does this only have 142 likes?
its been 8 years !!

Miguel Cruz

best song

MrBlackwidow14

Thats whatsup.. !!!

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