The Chronic (Intro)

This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one
 Welcome to Death Row
 Like we always do about this time
 Yeah, nine-deuce
 Death Row Records
 Creepin' while your sleepin'
 Niggas with attitudes?
 Nah, loc
 Niggas on a motherfuckin' mission
 What up niggas and niggettes?
 That crazy ass nigga'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 yo' ass bitch
 West Coast flavor
 Niggas who talk shit
 Get dealt with real quick
 So if you wanna take a trip to the Row
 Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
 Protected by niggas wit big dicks, AK's and 187 skills
 So if it's a must you test us
 We can handle it in the streets nigga
 Fuck makin' records, yeah
 G's up hoes down
 If that bitch can't swim
 She bound to drizzown
 Peace to my nigga Drizze
 Another platinum hit nigga
 Peace to The D.O.C.
 Still makin' it funky enough
 And Death Row records is in full motherfuckin' effizzect
 Oh, yeah
 PS, fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo
 A.K.A. 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 nothin' 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 them 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 nigga
 You better ask somebody
 You really better ask somebody
 (Get out, get out, I don't love you no more)
 Yeah, nigga
 You's a penguin-lookin' motherfucker