Lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre & (girl)] Hey... hey, whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some chronic witchu? (Nigga, what? Fo' sho'! Roll that shit up!) Hell yeah [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Still always into something, heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes And Firm Fiascos—assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doing a tango And cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearin' khakis not Kangols, stranglin' hoes When asked about it, in most interviews, I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feedin' me mangos, the other lightin' my hash Rap tabloids write "Dre's light in the ass" (What?) Came home uptight, ready to mash Like a gas pedal, get on that '64 Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils 'Cause we rebels over here, I smell chronic in the air That means we takin' over this year, you hear? [Bridge: Girl, KRS-One sample & Dr. Dre] Chronic, 2000 "One!" That means we takin' over this year, ya hear? [Chorus: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al] Light speed, blazin' chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas? [Verse 2: Hittman] I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust 'Cause gangbangin' is the active activity Where I be livin', B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you slippin' Without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggas taken out like chores I meet whores on tours Jeanie's hot as pepper, so I sip champagne on stormy shores Be on some hardcore, pornographic Toting Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon Makin' fools "Retreat!" like Megatron and Starscream Oh, yeah, I scream on stars That get loot then crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar "Get out your car, son" – that's how I came to bougie niggas at Bar One It's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sardo Numspay But God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear? By the time you see him – {*two gun shots*} That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear? [Chorus: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al] Light speed, blazin' chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?