Artist: Dr. Dre featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg*I can feel it* Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg) Yeah, and you don't stop (it's still 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin
Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay And I'm still here We still here What does this break dude?..It's still here
the West Coast tracks? It's the motherfuckin' messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the six fo', still puffin' on the same chronic Haters mad 'cause I still
was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother FASE he was seventeen Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre
store grab me a O.E./ White-tee dicky sagging G-Unit sneak's/ Twelve-inch cross-fires, you can still hear my speakers/ Dre started gangsta rappin' niggas still sleepin'/ Cashville Ten-e-key, Compton still
'm not tweakin Its one of the 16 minds that I'm speaking The W-A the double R the E into the uhh A-B-C-D-E-F to the muthafuckin G Ooh shit as I flex I
, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay And I'm still here We still here What does this break dude?... It's still here And
(feat. Dr. Dre) {*Intro sound of flame: Dr. Dre's "Chronic" trademark*} [Dre] YEAH! [Jay] Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom [Dre] D-R-E! [Jay] Say it with
What up niggaz and niggetz That crazy-ass nigga'z back In da muthafuckin' hizzales The notorious Comptin G D.R.E. Here's a solo tip Fuck da muthafoes What up Dre
m just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with
nigga by the name of D.O.C. My homie Snoop Dogg and Daz is next to me The D-A to the Z, the D-R to the E And when we like to flex down with the S-H-U
right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g-h-ty C and E-z-i-r-e We see the f-u-t-u-r-e Should be a positive thang Body & Soul and you,
bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep they motherfuckin heads ringin Chorus [Dr. Dre] Yeah, c'mon [singers] If you, want to, get on down [Dr. Dre
West coast tracks It's the motherfuckin messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the six-fo', still puffin on the same chronic Haters mad cause I still got
I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother phase he was seventeen Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre
] Look at us dog who put us on the map? 3 plat, 2 gold, and we still like that, We did it alone without a D.R.E But he owns and knows your butt like
up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the E-R, we are strapped with so much T-N-T We may blow, no, not even