: [Snoop Doggy Dogg] One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up (cause you know
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic
: [Dr. Dre] Yo yo whassup man? Yo man gimme some of that old.. gangsta ass shit, y'knahmsayin? Some shit I can just kick back and smoke a fat-ass joint
: (I'ma say this and I'ma end mine If you ain't down, for the Africans here in the United States, period point blank.. If you ain't down for the ones
: Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun 44 reason come to mind <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni
she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack [Snoop] So Daz, step up on they
: [Dr Dre] Cannabis Sativa Or in the heart of LA known as the cronic Not to be confused with the bionic Even though it does cost six million dollars
: [Intro: Bushwick Bill] Yes.. it is I says me.. And all who agree.. are more than three, cause they we.. (*laughter*) Yes.. yo! I'm in the house now
: (Instrumental)
: Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence, for the small chronic break? A-hah, niggaz be brown-nosing these hoes and shit. Takin bitches out to eat
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change Though all the feelings that broke through that door Just didn'
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too All along the tomb, all along the
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus) Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don't get caught Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, let us out Wilder
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus) We'll stumble through the yard We'll stumble through the yard We'll stumble through the A-P-T We'll stumble through
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) There's a secret stigma, reaping wheel Diminish, a carnival of sorts Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel Stranger,
I'm high next to heaven (crimely) My IQ raise also (interlect) My interlect, Intelligence, SO MI AH SAY YUH KNOW (wah yaaa sayyyy) Leme tell yuh sumin [Verse 1:] So salomonic is d chronic
: As I walk through the street 45 on my front, AK on my back seat smokin' your fat ass across the street Then I ask myself "How do I survive?" [Verse
