The Chronic (Intro) Lyrics – Dr. Dre
This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one
Welcome to Death Row
Like we always do about this time
Ha ha ha, yeah, nine-deuce
Death Row Records, creeping while you’re sleeping
Niggas with attitudes? Nah, loc, niggas on a *** mission
What up niggas and niggettes?
That crazy-ass ***’s back in the *** hizzouse
The notorious Compton G
D-R-E on the solo tip, *** them other fools
What up, Ren?
Yeah, dropping Chronic flakes on your ass, ***
West Coast flavor
Niggas who talk *** get dealt with real quick
So if you wanna take a trip to the Row
Let a *** like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggas with big ***, AKs, and one-eight-seven skills
So if it’s must you test us, we can handle it the streets, ***, *** making records
Yeah, G’s up, hoes down
If that *** can’t swim, then she bound to drizzown
Peace to my *** Drizzae, another Platinum hit, ***
Peace to The D.O.C., still making it funky enough
And Death Row Records is in full *** effizzect
Oh, yeah, PS, *** Mr. Roarke and Tattoo, AKA Jerry and Eazy
Sincerely yours, these *** nuts
I don’t love Eazy, I don’t love Jerry
I don’t love Ruthless Records
Frankly, I don’t love nothing they got to do with
But, but, but you know what I want them to do for me?
Jerry, Eazy, check this *** right 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?
*** all y’all! *** y’all!
Really though, it’s Death Row, ***!
You better ask somebody, you really better ask somebody!
Get out, get out, I don’t love you no more
Yeah, ***, you’s a penguin-looking ***