Chronic 2000

Lyrics

[Verse 1: VK] Release the funkiness out of the chamber, Let's see who remains See who got the knack with the irrevocable, indisputable brain Well unquestionably it's VK, Holler Mayday I'm comin' out to play, la la na na Yo, years went by because I knew what I could do. What's that? Take the microphone and hold my own against any crew Cuz all I live to do is this Flex my plex and release cuts and layed back with the sticky buddha sets Partna it don't even make no sense be this hype Atomic lyrics hittin' ya fools makin' your fingaz drop the mic Handlin' buisness, Who's da first eye to eye witness To feel the pain on the brain and plus get put on my shit list I'm takin' bones and slashin' 'em. Don't forget about your wrists I'm takin 'em pullin you like you was a Bitch Huh, My shit is addictive like that sticky green chronic Had you lookin' up in the sky, thinkin' you bionic Hook: Treach It's time to throw your dubs up Westside... It's time to tear da fuckin' clubs up That's Right... Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set Eastside... For all y'all niggas who ain't heard me yet We Ride! Verse 2: Treach Okay, it's time to blaze the new millenium I got a dick to smack a bitch and make her Kitty cum Fuck wit Dimes, plus I trickle wit' the ghetto nickles Fuck 5-0, I got a land-to-air stolen missle. Death Row! And you thought this shit was shut down? Fuck you You might see me, 'Pac and Suge round Buying weed from a chronic spot uptown Cuz niggas ain't dead, they fed, rollin' wit Jersey 30,000 project niggas is wildin' Cuz we da niggas dat'll jack yo ass, smack yo ass Take all yo ass's caps, cast and cap yo ass You fuckin buckin' wit da beast from the east Best from the west, clout from the south, and nothin' less from the midwest Like Mex I'm too close on two coasts Numero uno, Wild as Cujo, bitch you know On the side that'll snatch a snitch, Catch yo Bitch Rap for kicks, Then smack yo rick Hook: x2 Verse 3: VK Why try, I came equipped to throw your whole clan off So pull your weapon it's a woman to man stand-off I woulda called your crew for you but the sorry stacks ran off Ima make the world see what I already saw VK's switchin' the game now I be a legit baller We could go straight up or we could switch it to (?) I's a ghetto scholar, with the power to show improve You pray for my destruction, I execute the plan to do you I don't care who you send, no one is equivalent I took your script now you look annerexic on Fen Phen Death Row ain't finished So now you must be thee, and I witness the dimishin' From a born hustler, Climbin' ya Grippin' ya by ya juggler, disconnect yo mainframe And disrespect ya like old furniture Mad atcha, unleashin this VK and Death Row gat atcha Flippin'...(?), ...(?)...Spatula Hook: x2