Snoop Dogg Wiz Khalifa Medicinal Talk 2025

Three vibes on the porch. Passing stories about the homies. How the Leaf set them free. It's that real medicinal talk, you feel me? Let's take it back. My homie Nate had anxiety, couldn't sleep at night. Pills had him zombified, couldn't see the light. Then he sparked that indica, two pulls felt right. Now we resting like a king, no more inner fight. Dre had migraines, studio sessions cut short. Headache so vicious, couldn't finish the report. Rolled up that purple haze, creativity restored. Now he producing classics, that's the healing sport. Warren G had back pain from the street days. Doctors pushing opioids, got him lost in a maze. One joint of that OG Kush, inflammation phase. Now we regulating smooth, counting better days. My cousin Trey had depression, dark clouds overhead. Pharmaceuticals made it worse, felt better off dead. That Sativa sunrise hit, lifted him from bed. Now we smiling every morning, gratitude. We got healed bodily, no more pills, just relief. From anxiety to pain, it brought us peace. The chronicles of healing, Long Beach released me. We got healed bodily, medicine from the street. Sanctioned indeed, old school remedy. That's how we believe. Kurupt had insomnia, three days no rest. Mind racing like a chase, couldn't pass the test. That Northern Lifestream put his thoughts to rest. Now we sleeping like a baby, truly blessed. My auntie Jan had cancer, chemo made her sick. Couldn't eat, couldn't function, pain was way too thick. Cannabis, oil daily, appetite came quick. Now she eating full meals, that's the healing trick. The dog pound had PTSD from the wars on streets. Flashbacks and cold sweats, trauma on repeat. That CBD blend brought him inner peace. Now they focused on the music, mental health increased. My partner Goldie had arthritis, hands couldn't move. Enrolled, couldn't write, had everything to prove. Topical tea and she's cream, got him in the groove. Now we back to painting murals, got us flowing through. We got healed bodily, ancient medicine, not just to get cheap. From inflammation to trauma, it's real. The chronicles keep growing, that's the deal. We got healed bodily, Big Pharma can't compete with this relief. From the east to the west, the story's all the same. The leap in healing people, way before the fame. They tried to criminalize what nature freely gave. But the homies know the truth is what our bodies crave. Epilepsy, glaucoma, Crohn's disease too. The list keep growing, everything it can do. Not just recreation, it's survival for the crew. That's why we advocate, spread the healing truth. Now I'm sitting on this porch, smoke circling the bug. Thinking about the homies that the cannabis saved with love. No more pills, no more pain, just that natural shove. Schwartz a better life, hand and glove. The streets taught us medicine before the white coats knew. Grandmama grew it in the garden, that's the OG view. Now they trying to patent what we always knew. But the culture stays authentic, long beach through and through. So when you light one up, remember it's more than smooth. It's generations healing, that ain't no joke. From Watts to Compton, every city and every folk. The chronicles of healing, that's the truth we spoke. We got healed by the leap. Changed our lives, gave relief. From the homies to the family, we all believe. The healing chronicles, long beach legacy. We got healed by the leap. More than recreational medicine we need. Old school knowledge, planting every seed. Yeah, death row healing stories, pass it to the youth. Long beach forever, the leap forever.