Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - The Chronic (Intro The Chronic) lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - The Chronic Intro The Chronic lyrics]
This is dedicated to the niggas that
Was down from day one cell door opens
Welcome to Death Row
Like we always do about this time
Hahaha, yeah, nine-deuce death Row Records
Creepin' while you're sleepin'
Niggas with attitudes? Nah, loc
Niggas on a motherfuckin' mission
What up niggas and niggettes?
That crazy-ass nigga's back in
The motherfuckin' hizzouse
The notorious Compton G
D-R-E on the solo tip, fuck them other fools
What up, Ren?
Yeah, droppin' Chronic flakes on your ass
Biatch west Coast flavor
Niggas who talk shit get
Dealt with real quick
So if you wanna take a trip to the Row
Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggas with big dicks, AK's
And one-eight-seven skills
So if it's must you test us, we
Can handle it the streets, nigga
Fuck makin' records yeah, G's up, hoes down
If that bitch can't swim
Then she bound to drizzown
Peace to my nigga Drizzae
Another Platinum hit, nigga
Peace to The DOC
Still makin' it funky enough
And Death Row Records is
In full motherfuckin' effizzect
Oh, yeah, PS, fuck Mr roarke and Tattoo
AKA Jerry and Eazy
Sincerely yours, these motherfuckin' nuts
I don't love Eazy, I don't love Jerry
I don't love Ruthless Records
Frankly, I don't love nothin' they
Got to do with but, but
But you know what I want them to do for me?
Jerry, Eazy, check this shit right here
I want y'all to put these
Bizzalls in your jizzaws
And work them like a strizzaw and
Tell me what you sizzaw
Yeah, you know what? You know what?
Fuck all y'all! Fuck y'all!
Really though, it's Death Row, nigga!
You better ask somebody
You really better ask somebody!
Get out, get out, I don't love you no more
Yeah, nigga
You's a penguin-lookin' motherfucker
Was down from day one cell door opens
Welcome to Death Row
Like we always do about this time
Hahaha, yeah, nine-deuce death Row Records
Creepin' while you're sleepin'
Niggas with attitudes? Nah, loc
Niggas on a motherfuckin' mission
What up niggas and niggettes?
That crazy-ass nigga's back in
The motherfuckin' hizzouse
The notorious Compton G
D-R-E on the solo tip, fuck them other fools
What up, Ren?
Yeah, droppin' Chronic flakes on your ass
Biatch west Coast flavor
Niggas who talk shit get
Dealt with real quick
So if you wanna take a trip to the Row
Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggas with big dicks, AK's
And one-eight-seven skills
So if it's must you test us, we
Can handle it the streets, nigga
Fuck makin' records yeah, G's up, hoes down
If that bitch can't swim
Then she bound to drizzown
Peace to my nigga Drizzae
Another Platinum hit, nigga
Peace to The DOC
Still makin' it funky enough
And Death Row Records is
In full motherfuckin' effizzect
Oh, yeah, PS, fuck Mr roarke and Tattoo
AKA Jerry and Eazy
Sincerely yours, these motherfuckin' nuts
I don't love Eazy, I don't love Jerry
I don't love Ruthless Records
Frankly, I don't love nothin' they
Got to do with but, but
But you know what I want them to do for me?
Jerry, Eazy, check this shit right here
I want y'all to put these
Bizzalls in your jizzaws
And work them like a strizzaw and
Tell me what you sizzaw
Yeah, you know what? You know what?
Fuck all y'all! Fuck y'all!
Really though, it's Death Row, nigga!
You better ask somebody
You really better ask somebody!
Get out, get out, I don't love you no more
Yeah, nigga
You's a penguin-lookin' motherfucker