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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Vocals
Cheron Moore
Cheron Moore
Drums
Daz Dillinger
Daz Dillinger
Vocals
Emmage
Emmage
Vocals
Jewell
Jewell
Vocals
Katisse Buckingham
Katisse Buckingham
Saxophone
RBX
RBX
Vocals
Ruben Cruz
Ruben Cruz
Vocals
The Lady of Rage
The Lady of Rage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Songwriter
Bootsy Collins
Bootsy Collins
Songwriter
Eric Dwayne Collins
Eric Dwayne Collins
Songwriter
George Clinton
George Clinton
Songwriter
Robin Allen
Robin Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Greg Royal
Greg Royal
Mixing Engineer
Willie Will
Willie Will
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Cannabis Sativa or in the heart of L.A. known as the chronic Not to be confused with the bionic Even though it does cost six million dollars Man, understand? Now we working with some new improved shit on this track Nevertheless, not no stress, sucka ass niggas So now we gonna move on and, uh Light a big fat one up for the world and hit this Once or twice and you'll be twice as nice get it This is the chronic (Play that motherfucker out there, nigga) Make my bud the chronic I wants to get fucked up Make my shit the chronic I gots to fire it up I want the bomb, I want the chronic I gots to get fucked up Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home Damn, my last joint, don't fuck with me fool (pass the bud) Who got the dub sacks? (I got it) Hoo-wee! This shorter than a motherfucker, man (You can take it or leave it, nigga) But I need a spliff right now (Roll this shit up then nigga) And I don't want no cess, brother It's got to be the chronic, know what I mean, nigga? Yeah, that's the chronic, that's the chronic, that's the bomb, boy (you ain't never lyin') Now get me motherfuckin' zig-zag, and we straight (Yeah, nigga I got some) Or better yet, a muthafuckin' blunt (I got that shit) A Philly blunt that is (Here you go) Make my bud the chronic I wants to get fucked up Make my shit the chronic I gots to fire it up I want the bomb, I want the chronic I gots to get fucked up Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home Make my bud the chronic I wants to get fucked up Make my shit the chronic I gots to fire it up I want the bomb, I want the chronic I gots to get fucked up Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home God, damn, I'm fucked up (You ain't lyin', I'm fucked up too, God) (yeah) That shit ain't no joke, ooh, shit (ain't no joke, fuck) Nah, I want no more, I don't want shit Just leave me alone, just let me chill out and listen to this shit (What your mind doin', nigga? You can't hang? What the fuck's wrong?) I'm high, that's fucked up Make my bud the chronic (damn) I wants to get fucked up (they put in this weed?) (That's why they call this shit chronic) make my shit the chronic I gots to fire it up (your ass still high) I want the bomb I want the chronic (damn) I gots to get fucked up (damn, shit) Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home (fucked up, fucked up) Make my bud the chronic (fuckin' crazy, I'm fucked up) I wants to get fucked up (really) Make my shit the chronic (really though) I gots to fire it up (nah, I'm cooler than a motherfucker) I want the bomb I want the chronic (that shit, that shit's) I gots to get fucked up (that shit is crazy) Make my bud the chronic (I'm high) Before I take it home (damn) (That nigga Dre serving up some shit now) Ooh, I made to fuck some shit up now, baby (Oh, you can come on and fuck me up) Hmm, hmm (uh-huh) triple cheeseburger (Oh, you talkin' about some food, I got some-) Some fries, motherfuckin' couple sodas And apple turnovers and all that old shit, nigga (How about some seafood tonight?) Ooh, I'm ready to get my munch on (me too) That bud smells good as a motherfucker too I don't wanna eat no more that old shits That shit is nice to be fucked with, nice to be fucked with I'm high, ooh, nigga, you pass that to somebody else Nigga, I'm through for the night Really though, really though, nigga Let's go get some food, let's get out this motherfucker (Nah, man, we gonna go back and meet up with Dre) 'Cause, uh (for real, you ain't never lyin') No, nigga, don't be trying to pass me that shit Nigga, I told you I'm cool I don't want nothin' else (fuckin' yeah, I'm out here) (Ha, I got another dub sack, nigga, ha, ha, ha)
Writer(s): William Earl Collins, George Bernard Worrell, Jr, George Edward Clinton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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