Hey, hey, what's up? My name is Dre. Can I play some Chronic with you? Nigga, what? For sure. Roll that *** up. Hell yeah, still always into something. Heart still in Compton, the comp can't oppose. Dope Cali climbing them classicals. Introduced you to my dawg that don't love hoes. Inferring fiascos, assholes. *** you up with my last video. Tucked up doing a tango. In cash, always in my grasp. Came up in the game wearing khakis, not Kangol. Strangling 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 light my hash. Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass. Came home up tight, 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 taking over this ***. You hear? Chronic 2000. That means we taking over this ***. You hear? Lightspeed blazing Chronic through the galaxy. Hydro, doja, chocolate, tally. Or we might be sipping on gin on Hennessy. *** that. We're that new ***, the Chronic Ice T's. I hang among hustlers. I slang and hoobang blunts. When busters roll through, can't *** with my bold crew. We will hold you captive and bust. Cause gangbanging is the active activity where I be living, B. There ain't no liberty statue. Hope you got your gat. Don't let them catch you slipping without yours. It's warfare outdoors. Ambulance. Violent uproars. Trash niggas taking out like chores. I meet hoes on tours. Gin is hot as pepper. So I sip champagne on stormy shores. Be on some hardcore pornographic. Totem Austrian firearms. That's made out of plastic. In these drastic surroundings. It be sounding like Lebanon. Making fools retreat like Megatron and Starscream. Oh yeah, I scream on stars to get loot and cross over like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. Get out your car, son. That's how I came in bougie niggas at bar one. This either that or make front page stardom. I'm the golden child chased by Sodom. Noob seeing guys my bulletproof. It's hard to shoot me, you hear? By the time you see him. That means it's real ***ing hard to shoot me, you hear? Lightspeed blazing chronic through the galaxy. Hydro-doja chocolate tie weed. Or we might be sipping on gin on Hennessy. *** that. We're that new ***, the chronic iced teas.