[Intro: Dr. Dre & (girl)]

Hey... hey, whassup?

My name is Dre

Can I blaze some chronic witchu?

(Nigga, what? Fo' sho'!

Roll that shit up!)

Hell yeah

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]

Still always into something, heart still in Compton

The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals

Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes

And Firm Fiascos—assholes

Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doing 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 feedin' me mangos, the other lightin' my hash

Rap tabloids write "Dre's light in the ass" (What?)

Came home uptight, ready to mash

Like a gas pedal, get on that '64 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?

[Bridge: Girl, KRS-One sample & Dr. Dre]

Chronic, 2000

"One!"

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

[Chorus: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al]

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?

[Verse 2: Hittman]

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 niggas taken out like chores

I meet whores on tours

Jeanie's hot as pepper, so I sip champagne on stormy shores

Be on some hardcore, pornographic

Toting 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 then crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

"Get out your car, son" – that's how I came to bougie niggas at Bar One

It's either that or make front page stardom

I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sardo Numspay

But God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear?

By the time you see him – {*two gun shots*}

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

[Chorus: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al]

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?