The Chronic (Intro)

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

Welcome to Death Row

Like we always do about this time

Hahaha, yeah, nine-deuce

Death Row Records, creepin' while you're sleepin'

**** wit' attitudes? Nah, loc, **** on a motherfuckin' mission

What up **** and ****?

That crazy-ass ****'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 your ass, biatch

West Coast flavor

**** who talk shit get dealt with real quick

So if you wanna take a trip to the Row

Let a **** like Snoop Doggy Dogg know

Protected by **** with big dicks, AK's, and one-eight-seven skills

So if it's must you test us, we can handle it the streets, ****, fuck makin' records

Yeah, G's up, hoes down

If that bitch can't swim, then she bound to drizzown

Peace to my **** Drizzae, another Platinum hit, ****

Peace to The D.O.C., still makin' it funky enough

And Death Row Records is in full motherfuckin' effizzect

Oh, yeah, P.S. fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo, AKA 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 nuttin' 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 'em 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, ****!

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-lookin' motherfucker