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