The Chronic (Intro)

This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one

Welcome to Death Row

Like we always do about this time

Yeah, nine-deuce

Death Row Records

Creepin' while your 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 yo' ass bitch

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 wit big dicks, AK's and 187 skills

So if it's a must you test us

We can handle it in the streets nigga

Fuck makin' records, yeah

G's up hoes down

If that bitch can't swim

She bound to drizzown

Peace to my nigga Drizze

Another platinum hit nigga

Peace to The D.O.C.

Still makin' it funky enough

And Death Row records is in full motherfuckin' effizzect

Oh, yeah

PS, fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo

A.K.A. 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 out 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