The Chronic [Intro] Songtext / Lyric

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

Welcome to Death Row



Like we always do about this time






[laughs]

Yeah

9 deuce

Death Row Records

Creepin' while your sleepin'

Niggaz wit attitudes?

Naw loc.

Niggas on a muthafuckin' mission

What up niggas and niggettes?

That crazy ass nigga's back

In the muthafuckin' 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 that talk shit

Get delt wit 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, A.K.'s & 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

& Death Row records is in full muthafuckin' affizzect

Oh Yeah

P.S. fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo

A.K.A. Jerry & Eazy

Sincirly yours

Deeez muthafuckin' Nuuuts

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 you know what I whant you to do for me

Jerry & Eazy

Check this shit out right here

I want y'all to put these bizzalls

In your jizzaws

& walk um like a strizzaw

Tell me what you sizzaw. yeah

Y'all 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'ze a penguin lookin'...