Hey, yo, what's up?

My name is Dre

Can I blaze some chronic with you?

(Nigga, what? For sure!

Roll that shit up!)

Hell yeah, 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 Fiascoes—assholes

Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up

Doing a tango

And cash, always in my grasp

Came up in the game wearing khakis not kangols, strangling hoes

When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh

Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass

One feeding me mangoes, the other lighting 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 taking over this year

You hear?

"One!"

That means we taking over this year, ya hear?

Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy

Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed

Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey

Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?

I hang among hustlers, that slang and Hoo-bang Bronson

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

We will hold you captive and bust

'Cause gang-banging 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 whores on tours

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

B on some hardcore, pornographic

Toting 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

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 Numpsay

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

By the time you see him

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

Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy

Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed

Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey

Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?