Chronic

Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg, rbxintro: guy talking

You really don't understand do you?
Hey man, don't you know
In order for us to make this thing work
We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start
All over agian clean

Niggaz you crazy!

[rbx]
Once again
The mighty death row organization commitin' mass murder
And we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin'
It, so dre, blast they ass nigga

[dr. dre]
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
On the streets of la
Wonderin' where the pussy at
Staright for ya, looking for a hoe
Hangin' out, rollin in my '64
16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood
17 shells so i make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up
But i told ya, creep, creep ya best move
Like luthor vadros, fuckn' up the west coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
1-2-3 nut, from the d-r-e but
This is for the hoes that i used to know
When i didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe
I keep ya this and like that
And i...

Chorus:

[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[dr.dre] rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[dr.dre] rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

Interlude: some guys talkin'

Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
Ya,there that fool is
Break him off proper then
What's up, what's happinin'?
I'm the man, what's up?
Nigga you delinquent, can i get those in?
Nigga, pay this nigga here
(i ain't got yo money)
Well, yo, check this out, nigga
What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
What's up?
What's up?
Ya motherfucker
(i'll be back though, i'll be back)
Ya, you ain't never comin' back, fool

Chorus:

[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[dr.dre] yeah nigga
[both] rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[dr.dre] rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[dr.dre] rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[dr.dre] rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

[dr. dre]
Creepin and peepin' and i can get with these
The chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block
And it don't stop
Tell me where ya wanna go
To the strip
Or take a trip bawlin' with the row
My shit off in ya system
Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that
And you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb
Takin' away like hell at veitnam
California, back in and on a mission, makin a point
Ain't no fuckin' competition
They wish they was a runnin' up in reality
C-p-t, cal my locality
It's strage how i re-arange and change the buisness
By droppin' shit like this
Dope, ya can't cope with the real
I peal, in the penatentaries, and when i kill it goes...

Chorus:

[both] rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i...
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[both] rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[dr. dre] rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[dr. dre] rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
[snoop] never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

[snoop doggy dogg]
Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from
So quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool
It's 9-deuce, dr. drizzay, is sittin on tizzart! it don't stop
Treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
Beeeyyachh!

Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg and dat nigga daz
Hook: dre, daz & snoop

[daz] chiggie check
[dre] microphone check one
[daz] chiggie check
[dre] microphone check two
[daz] chiggie check
[dre] microphone check three
[snoop] check game from the notorious compton g

[dr. dre]
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit
Gots the dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, i take that hoe
If she proper, i'ma pop her the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack

[snoop doggy dogg]
So daz, step up on the ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

[dat nigga daz]
Diggidy daz out of the cut with some shit that i wrote
With my nigga d-r-e, so you know i must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with dre, make way for the ak
That i bring as i slang like cavy
Not from kris kross but they call me mac daddy
Had he not known about the city i'm from
Long beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here i come, stompin' in my kakhi suit
Bg from the hood can fuck eastwood
God damn, i ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

[snoop doggy dogg]
But did you raise up all this nuts?
Cause dr. drizzay's about to rizzip shit up

Hook: dre, daz & snoop

[daz] chiggie check
[dre] microphone check one
[daz] chiggie check
[dre] microphone check two
[daz] chiggie check
[dre] microphone check three
[snoop] you tuned to the sounds of the d-r-e

[dr. dre]
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some d-r-e
Or some funky ass shit by the d-o-double g-y d-o-double g
Real g'z who drop k's, protect these n-u-t, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must i drop gangsta shit
(beeyatch!!) so recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until i change 'em

[snoop doggy dogg]
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from nate d-o-double g

[nate dogg]
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I heard you wanna fuck with dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade death row
I heard you wanna fuck with dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade death row
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street

Chorus:

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta muthafuckin' gun!

[dr. dre]
44 reasons come to mind
Why you muthafuckin' brothas hard to find.
He be walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine.
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind.
See i never take a step on a compton block
Or la without the ak ready to pop.
'cause them punk muthafuckas in black and white
Ain't the only muthafuckas i gots to fight.
I think it's better to retellin' the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up.
What you niggas lookin at? you do in...
Goddamn, 'cause it's the city.
And for a youth to survive a nigga gotta be a gangster.
And i'm a nigga you can't remove.
Took out a lot of muthafuckas for tryin' to prove
To their homies they can hang by dealin' with me.
But once again in the end they d-e-a-d.
I never did time on a murder yet.
'cause i relax and back do a job and jet.
Yo, i know you understand my flow,
So here we go when death row
Come. let a mutherfucker know...

(chorus: 2x)

[dr. dre]
D-r-e! a mutherfucker who's known for carryin' gats
And kick raps that make snaps.
Adapts to anything violent that i'm located at.
If you see me on the solo moves believe that i'm strapped.
44, .38 or ak 47.
'cause mo' live with charlie sheen.
You want a stairway to heaven?
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
And lay a punk mutherfucker flat.
As he wonder what popped before he got popped,
I told you i was dre and you know it don't stop.
Now i know you understand my flow,
So here we go when death row
Come. let a mutherfucker know...

(chorus: 4x)

[dr. dre]
I break some off. i break some off.
Yeah, i break some off. i break some off.
Yeah, i break some off.
But i ain't speakin' about between the thighs.
I'm talkin' about cockin' a guage in between your eyes.
That'll make you drop to your knees, 'cause you realise
That a gat will make any nigga civilised.
Old buster ass nigga talkin' bullshit.
Don't know that i'm the wrong nigga to fuck with.
Get lit or hit up by the doctor.
A nigga to break some off properly.
Real g.
So don't doubt it.
I'm the one who's doin' it
While these other niggas talk about it.
And if mutherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my 44 desert eagle to his muthafuckin' dome.
And show him why they call me the notorious one.
The name is dre, e's ward when i'm packin' a gun.
You don't believe me, wants to pop and give it a try.
And if you die you's a buster 'cause real niggas don't die.
But some still don't hear me though.
You're too ninny not to hear me, yo.
So now you know...

(chorus: 4x)

Artist: dr. dre featuring kurupt, lady of rage, rbx, snoop doggy dogg
Intro: bushwick bill

Yes, it is i says me
And although me
By morning three, cause they're weak
*laughter*
Yes, yo!, i'm in the house now for sure
Because i wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But lets take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this...
Path...
Called...

Verse one: kurupt

Stranded on death row, so duck when i swing my shit
I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what i recite's kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that i kick, there's no refill
I'm murderin niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit
Niggaz can't fuck with
So remember i go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like van damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin
What don't you bring your ass on over to crenshaw and slauson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin on things like a real ho
G should, i'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
When you're slippin, i slip the clip in
But ain't no steady tripppin
Cause it's death row, rollin like the mafia
Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya
Ain't nathin but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, korrupt inmate cell block one

Verse two: rbx

No prevention from this mention of sorts
Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, i death like arsenic
When i kick up wicked raps
That the grain will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
When i'm vexed, i fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, i'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the hillside strangler
Mc mangler, tough like wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do
The narrator rbx, cell block two

Verse three: lady of rage

Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on death row
And now i'm servin a lifetime sentence
There'll be no repentence
Since it's the life that i choose to lead
I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my ak
Buck em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my matress
Bed frame there's another dead pain
Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of rage
On when i'm comin from the d-e-a-t-h in
R-o-w takin, no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as i bust there'll be no debate
It's rage, from cell block eight

Verse four: snoop doggy dogg

And yo steppin through the fog
And creepin through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, doggy dogg
Makin videos, now i stay in hollywood
Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga
Warren g is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin at the hoes with the game that i got
Sent to death row cause i wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks
And i'm still, servin for mines, peace
To my motherfuckin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin the cops crazy
But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh
No i'm not flaggin, but i'm just saggin
I betcha don't wanna see the d-o double g
And you can't see, the d-r to the e
Or my motherfuckin homey d.o.c.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin dj
That's my homey and we call him warren g
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy dogg break em down with the motherfuckin dogg pound
That's the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then choke em
Like the motherfuckin peter man
It's like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace doggy dogg's done

Outtro : bushwick bill

Yo, now you know the path i'm on
You think you're strong, see if you can travel on
Cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen!

artist: dr. dre & snoop doggy dogg

Intro: dr. dre

Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhati'msayin
*sssss*

Verse one: dr. dre

Yeah, mista busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so i know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now i wanna the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now i'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think i forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so i'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.g. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that i fuck wit you

Interlude: dr. dre

Yeah, that's what the fuck i'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhati'msayin, punk motherfucker
**we want eazy, we want eazy**

Verse two: snoop doggy dogg

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone with ya jimmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, i'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, tim m-u-t
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with doggy dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' bay-bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with dre nigga you're fuckin wit death row
And i ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch

Interlude: rbx

Yeah nigga, compton and long beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up. now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty d-r. yeahhh, motherfucker!

Verse three: dr.dre and snoop doggy dogg

Now understand this my nigga dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought i was sleazy
Or though i was a mark cause i used to hang with eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that i gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And i'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how death row pull off that who-ride
Now you might not understand me
Cause i'ma rob you in compton and blast you in miami
Then we gon creep to south central
On a street knowledge mission, as i steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as i pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his white sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Yeah nigga...

Outro: snoop doggy dogg

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style nigga,
Doggy dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Long beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
Youknowhati'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, eazy-e eazy-e eazy-e can eat a big fat dick
Tim dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah...

Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg


[snoop doggy dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop doggy dogg and dr. dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so i can bust like a bubble
Compton and long beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a g thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out g's so we're craaaaazay!
Death row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah)
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so i'm 'a let 'em understand
From a young g's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch i have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know i ain't wit that shit, lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while i'm up in it
(yeah) now that's realer than real-deal holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how i feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

Hook: snoop doggy dogg

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

[dr. dre]
Well i'm peepin', and i'm creepin', and i'm creep-in'
But i damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that i kick
You know, and i know, i flow some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey snoop dogg came to do

Hook: snoop doggy dogg & dr. dre

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode

[snoop doggy dogg]
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital s, oh yes, the fresh n-double o-p
D-o-double g-y d-o-double g ya' see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' g shit
So dre. (what up dogg?)
We gotta give 'em what dey want (what's that, g?)
We gotta break 'em off somethin' (hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bumpin' (city of compton!)

[dr. dre]
It's where it takes place so i'm a ask your attention
Mobbin like a mothafucka but i ain't lynchin
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When i'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin homie doggy dogg has my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if i slip, then i'm slippin'
But if i got my nina, then you know i'm straight trippin'
And i'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, i have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't stop
I told you i'm just like a clock when i tick and i tock
But i'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawn
C-o-m-p-t-o-n, and the city they call long beach
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga d.o.c., no one can do it better

Hook: dr. dre & snoop doggy dogg

Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode