2001

Hi, baby

I know you're under a lot of pressure at your work and all

And I do understand

You have no idea how much I understand

But you also don't have any idea how much I love you

I love you so much

I think about you, I feel you in my arms

I miss you... I miss you terribly

I've just always wanted someone like you in my life

I love you so much that I'd do anything

I'd do anything

I'll be your perfect woman for you

I just wanna fuck bad bitches

All them nights I never had bitches

Now I'm all up in that ass, bitches

Mad at your boyfriend, ain't 'cha?

You'se a bad girl, gotta spank you

And gotta thank ya for that head clinic

Explicit, hella photogenic

And tell your friends where the dick's at

Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate

Before you kiss 'em, use Colgate

She swallowed it, yeah, the bitch took the whole eight

And ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it

And Hittman hit it, damn, bitches

Man, this is what I'm talkin' 'bout

Chicken head, chicken fed, with a dick in your mouth

Out and about with your nigga like it never took place

(AirTouch me) Next time you need a taste

I just wanna fuck you

No touchin' and rubbin', girl

You've got a husband who loves you

Don't need you all in mine

I just wanna fuck you

We can't be kissin' and huggin', girl

You've got a husband who loves you

You need to give him your quality time

You got the number, it's on you to make the call

You know I come quick, help you redecorate your walls

Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock

And if I'm going too far, I take it out and wipe it off

And put it back up, and keep going

You tryin' to hide it from your husband, but I know he be knowin'

That your pussy's been tampered with

Did you show him that new trick

Of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick?

You be workin' it like a dancer, bitch, it's hard on me

Not to give you all of my time that you wanted

You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed

I'd rather spend my morning diggin' through some records instead

But tonight, I guess it'd be a'ight if we can touch bases

Hook up somewhere and exchange some Fuck Faces

I know your man's looking for ya, he's always trying to run ya

Don't worry 'bout me handcuffin', girl, 'cause I just wanna

Fuck witchu on the sneak tip, on some creep shit

So whatcha gon' do, you freak bitch?

You acting like you don't do dicks

That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin' with

Baby was a virgin, that's what she said

So I gave her some Hennessy, she gave me some head

I fucked her on the floor so I wouldn't mess up my bed

Then Lil' Half Dead put his dick on her head

Take that bitch home and give her a bone

And give her the number to my cellular phone

Now she's blowin' up my pager, the shit's gettin' major

A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her

Somethin' to go by and bitches know why

Stuff dick in they mouth and then I'm out (see ya!)

24-7, Dre, Snoop and Devin

We servin' these hoes and never lovin' these hoes, biatch

I just wanna fuck you

No touchin' and rubbin', girl

You've got a husband who loves you

Don't need you all in mine

I just wanna fuck you

We can't be kissin' and huggin', girl

You've got a husband who loves you

You need to give him your quality time

Xxplosive, West coast shit

My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back

Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm

Now I'm saying "Thank you" 'cause they tell me my shit's the bomb

Xxplosive

For my niggas drinking Cognac, smoking weed, always pack

More than one firearm, chrome rims, riding on

Chronic in your system, let me know my shit's the bomb

Xxplosive

West Coast shit, nigga

Over-dosage, imperial pistols ferocious

Fuck a bitch, don't tease, bitch, striptease, bitch

Eat a bowl of these, bitch, gobble a dick

Hoes forgot to eat a dick and shut the fuck up (fuck up, bitch)

Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash (cash)

Backhanded, pimp-slapped backwards, and left stranded

Just pop your collar, pimp convention, hoes for a dollar

Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce Impala

Pimping hoes from Texas to Guatemala

Bitch niggas pay for hoes (hoes) just to lay with hoes (hoes)

Relax one night and pay to stay with hoes (hoes)

Captain Save-'Em-All-Day (bitch), well, save this dick

Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch

You ain't into hittin' pussy or hittin' a switch

You into hitting bitches off with a grip, you punk bitch

All my real dogs still kick it with me

All my down hoes still tricking with me

All the true gangstas know

Nate ain't never love no ho

All the hoodrats still shake it for me

All my true fans still checking for me

All the real smokers know

Nate ain't passing nothing' but dope

Indeed

Real trees

Chronic leaves

No seeds

When I met you last night, baby

Before I blew your mind (blew, blew, blew your mind)

I thought we had a chance, lady

No more, now that I'm sober, you ain't that fine, mm-mm

Don't wanna treat you wrong

Don't wanna lead you on

Here, baby, hit the bong

While the West Coast rolls along

(While we) Still making gangsta hits

(You be) Still jockin' gangsta dicks

Damn, girl, you think you're slick?

Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch

I got these freaky hoes clapping they hands, stomping they feet

Every now and then, they put they mouth on me

Nowadays, a G like me can't even call it

A 23-year-old pussy fiend and freakaholic

Pimping bitches on the regular, I put that on the G

A hustler and a player: Nowadays, it pays to be

Let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know

She gave your boy the head and said, "Don't let nobody know"

A bona fide pro, I had to grab the ho

She got freaky in your sixty-four, I skeeted in her throat

Been knowin' the ho for four days, pimpery pays

And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways

She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the Mo'

They be beeping me and shit, but we don't kick it no more

Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts

But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, for real

Xxplosive!

Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here

You got that right

I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please

Yes

Hello

Yeah, what the fuck you want?

Hmm

Let me get a Cosmo

What the fuck you want?

Damn, I'll have an apple martini

This motherfucker drunk as a mother

Thirsty bitches

This a drunken-ass nigga

Oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggas are looking over here! Oh shit, don't look, don't look

Damn, what's up, what they look like though?

Shit, shit, damn, they look, they look aight

They fuckable? What's up, is they fuckable or what?

Shh, chill out, chill out

What?

Here they come

What?

Here they come! Chill out! Damn

Hey, yo whassup?

My name is Dre

Can I blaze some chronic witchu?

Nigga what? Fo' sho'

Roll that shit up

Hell yeah, still 'Always into somethin', heart still in Compton

The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals

Introduced you to my dogs, that don't love hoes and firm fiascoes

Assholes, fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin' a Tango

And cash, always in my grasp

Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes

When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh

Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass

One feed me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash

Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass

Came home uptight, ready to mash, like a gas pedal

Get on that sixty-four chevy level, AK-47 heavy metal

Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle

I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils

'Cause we rebels over here, I smell chronic in the air

That means we takin' over this year, you hear?

Chronic, two-thousand

That means we takin' over this year, ya hear?

Light speed, blazin' chronic through the galaxy

Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed

Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey

Fuck that, where that new shit, the chronic iced teas?

I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson

When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew

We will hold you captive and bust 'cause gangbangin' is the active

Activity, where I be livin' B, there ain't no Liberty Statue

Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you

Slippin', without yours, it's warfare outdoors

Ambulance, violent uproars

Trash niggaz takin' out like chores I meet whores on tours

Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores

We on some hardcore, pornographic

Totin Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic

In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like

Lebanon, makin' fools retreat like Megatron and Starscream

Oh yeah, I scream-on-stars that get

Loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul Jabbar

Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz

Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom

I'm the golden child, chased by Sodom

Newenze gots my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me you hear?

By the time you see him

That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear?

Light Speed, blazin' chronic through the galaxy

Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed

Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey

Fuck that, where that new shit, the chronic iced teas?

Y'all know me, still the same O.G

But I been low-key

Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese

No deals and no G's

No wheels and no keys, no boats

No snowmobiles, and no skis

Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford

To provide my family with groceries

Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks

To add to the wall, full of plaques

Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies

Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze, hoe please

You better bow down on both knees

Who you think taught you to smoke trees?

Who you think brought you the oldies?

Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's

The Snoop D-O-double-G's

And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police"

Gave you a tape full of dope beats

To bump when you stroll through in your hood

And when your album sales wasn't doing too good

Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?

Y'all better listen up closely

All you niggas that said that I turned pop

Or The Firm flopped

Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep

So fuck y'all, all of y'all

If y'all don't like me, blow me

Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me

And turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate?

Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way

Then just study a tape of N.W.A

One day, I was walking by

With a Walkman on

When I caught a guy

Give me an awkward eye

And I strangled him up in the parking lot

With his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge

When I'm drunk as fuck

Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage

Hopping out with two broken legs

Trying to walk it off

Fuck you too bitch, call the cops

I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs

And when the cops came through

Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house

With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still weren't found out

From here on out it's the Chronic II

Starting today and tomorrow's anew

And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew

Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies

In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up

When the temp goes up to the mid-80s

Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy

There's no way that you can save me

It's okay, go with him Hailie

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me

You motherfuckers would stop coming up to me

With your hands out looking up to me

Like you want something free

When my last CD was out

You wasn't bumping me

But now that I got this little company

Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease

But you won't get a crumb from me

'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton

I told 'em all, all them little gangstas

Who you think helped mold 'em all?

Now you wanna run around talking 'bout guns

Like I ain't got none

What you think I sold 'em all?

'Cause I stay well off

Now all I get is hate mail all day

Saying, "Dre fell off"?

What? 'Cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad

Tryin' to get this damn label off

I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath

It ain't gonna be nothin' after that

So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap

You can have it back

So where's all the Mad Rappers at?

It's like a jungle in this habitat

But all you savage cats

Know that I was strapped with gats

While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know who's back up in this motherfucker

(What? What? What? What?)

So blaze the weed up then (Blaze it up, blaze it up)

Just blaze that shit up, nigga

Yeah, 'sup, Snoop?

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up

D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up

C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up

And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up

Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up

Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up

Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure

Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do'

Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care

Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair

Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set

Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet

Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

If you believe in the X, you'll be relievin' your stress

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G

Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T

King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)

Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs

How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what?

Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac

With D.O.C. in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah)

Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (What hood?)

Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood

South Central out to the West Side, it's California Love

This California bud got a nigga gang of pub

I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club

With my jeans on, and my team strong

Get my drink on and my smoke on

Then go home with somethin' to poke on ('Sup bitch?)

Loc, it's on for the two-triple-oh

Comin' real, it's the next episode

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play

We gonna rock it 'til the wheels fall off

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be actin' too bold, take a seat

Hope you ready for the next episode

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Smoke weed every day

That's some good-ass weed

Check it out Dawg...

This game is a motherfuckin' trip man, word on the streets

Everybody always tryin' to run up on me

Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this

Man I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said man

That's what's wrong with you niggas, you niggas is just like bitches

Hoe ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin' much (Speak...)

Steady your own, get your own

You know what I'm sayin'?

Be independent nigga

Biaaaaatch!!! (Yeah...)

Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)

Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)

Bitch ass niggas (Beotch)

Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)

Yeah I'm talkin' about you (Bitch niggas)

(And you too, hmm...)

Dawg, I meet mo' bitch niggas than hoes

Look here and I really don't know, but that's just how it go (Damn)

Dawg, so many niggas like to keep up shit

And just like a bitch (Bitch), niggas be talkin' shit (Nigga)

Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back

Niggas stay strapped from way back, cause payback...

I'll, make niggas wanna pop that shit

If you ain't ready for the game (uh-huh), nigga stop that shit

We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (Right)

No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip

Glock on the hip, set trippin', drippin' and shit

If you act like a bitch (Nigga)

Nigga you get smacked like a bitch

Bitch niggas, bitch niggas, bitch niggas

These niggas don't know what the fuck is goin' on

Yo Dogg...

Check it kick back

Let me holla at these niggas for a minute

Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity

The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers hate it

COMPTON... Is the city I'm from

Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon, huh

I can't live my life on broke no mo'

And most of these fools ain't shit, but cutthroats

They smile in a nigga face, and for what?

They got the game all fucked up, and want my thing fucked up

I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot

The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin' for that spot

Now peep game on what Six-Two told me...

These niggas after yo' paper, Dr. D-R-E (What?)

And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough

You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know

Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low

Just like Master P said, "There they go, there they go"

Bitch niggas...

Attention all personnel (Uh-huh)

Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard

Stop scheamin', and... and, and... and-and, and... and lookin' hard

Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga

Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga

You's a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga

A bitch nigga... a bitch nigga

I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker

Lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe

Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school

Like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right

To slap you, like the bitch that you are, been wantin' to cap you

Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo' car

Fool, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Bigster"

Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus

Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch's blush

Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh

I know Chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, ha ha

I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths

You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me

Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me

No you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy

Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen, a bitch nigga

Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard

Stop... stop... stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop.stop.ah... op.op.stop.sch.sch.scheamin' and lookin' hard

Stop scheamin'...an... an.an.an.an.and lookin' hard

Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard

Stop schea... scheamin', and lookin' hard

Stop scheamin', and... and... and... stop scheamin', and lookin' hard

And now, the car bomb

Yo, Re-Re, come on man, let's get the fuck up out of here, man

I'm comin' baby, all right speedy

I'm coming, damn!

Took a motherfuckin' hour to get dressed

I told you I was gonna be here over this motherfucker

I wanna be in and out. Now, don't fuck around over here

And baby, I'm lookin' good right?

I'm lookin' good, it was worth the while

I'm sayin', fuck that man

I'm tryin' to get the fuck up out of here, man

Alright, alright, I'm coming damn

Yo, yo yo, hold it, hold it!

Wassup, this your?

Them your people right there?

You know those motherfuckers right there?

No n-, I don't know them peoples, you paranoid

What the fuck they lookin' at?

I'm sayin' you ain't seen the motherfuckers

Ridin' past lookin' all at me and shit!

N- you trippin', lets go

Scary-ass n- you high or somethin', let's keep it movin'

Man, fuck that man, get in the car, man

Aw, Goddamn

Told you don't fuck around over here and shit

Whatever

Uh-uh

Damn, what the fucks up with my shit?

You didn't put no gas in this raggedy motherfucker

Goddamn!

I just got a tune-up the other day, man

My shit all that

Ha ha ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete

Let's keep, oh my goodness

Man, shut the fuck up

Let me start my motherfuckin' shit

Fuck you, n-, take me

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker

(West West y'all)

Yeah, L.A. niggas

L.A. niggas rule the world nigga

Y'all niggas gotta recognize, you know what i'm sayin'?

Niggas don't wanna peep game, you know what i'm sayin'?

But this shit come all the way back around here

My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass

You know what i'm sayin'? You gotta recognize

L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world, nigga

Recognize this, peep game

Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag

Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag

G'd up from the feet up

Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I grew up

Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' 'till we threw up ('till we threw up)

At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up

Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' school up

You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up

But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you

Now there's another motherfucker with no future

But time bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba

Got em jumpin Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon

Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner

Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch

From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha

Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks

And Hittman bought a fix

Don't trip, it's a time bomb in this bitch

Here it tick tick tick tick

Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic

Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it

From sundown to sunup, clown and run up

The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat

Requirements for survival each day in L.A

It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops

Analyze why we act this way in L.A

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move

They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do

Cock me back

Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax

Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true

But I grew up where niggas jack you, harass you

Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)

Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K

Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a gang

I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's

My pants hang below my waistline

I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah, yeah)

I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline

Don't waste my time

Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's

One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches

Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the hood called "WHAT-THE-DIF"

Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood

Slugs for the fuck of it

Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick

If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor

Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore

It's AvireX-to-the-Z

Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV

Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time

Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie

What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health

Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', burglars at my door

Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer

Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll

Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'

And brew's by the case

Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced

Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings

Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat

Requirements for survival each day in L.A

It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops

Analyze why we act this way in L.A

In L.A

That's how we ride