Lyric Chronic 2000
featuring Treach (Naughty By Nature)
Intro: Treach
It s Time to throw your dubs up
Time to tear da fuckin clubs up
Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set
For all you niggaz who ain t heard me yet
WE RIDE! Chronic 2000. Still Smokin Baby.
Verse 1: VK
Release the funkiness out of that chain
Let s see who remain
Let s see who got the mack with the irreputable indisputable brain,
well unquestionably it s VK
Holler Mayday, I m comin out to play, la la na na
yo, years wit papi cause I knew what I could do
It s that, take the microphone and hold my own
against any crew cuz, All I live to do is this
Flex my plex and release cres and layed back with the sticky buddhists
Partna it don t even make no sense to be percise
Atomic lyrics hittin ya boots makin your fingaz drop the mic
Handle your buisness,
who s da first eye to eye witness or view the pain on the brain
And plus get put on my shit list
I m takin bolders, slashin em
Don t forget about your wrists, I m takin em pullin you
Like you was a Bitch
Huh, My shit is addictive like that sticky green chronic
Had you lookin up in the sky, thinkin you bionic
Hook: Treach
It s time to throw your dubs up
Westside...
It s time to tear da fuckin clubs up
That s Right...
Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set
Eastside...
For all ya ll niggaz who ain t heard me yet
He s right...
Verse 2: Treach
Okay, Black ??Dime Blaze??, the new millenium
I got a dick to smack a bitch and make her Kitty cum
Fuck wit Dimes, plus I trickle wit the ghetto nickles
Fuck 5-0, I got a land with air-stolen missles
Death Row, and you thought this shit was shut Down
Fuck you , you might see me, Pac and Suge
buying weed from a chronic spot uptown
Cuz niggaz ain t dead, they fed, rollin wit Jersey 30,000
Prophet niggaz is wildin
Cuz we da niggaz dat ll jack yo ass, smack yo ass
take all yo ass s caps and cap yo ass
You started fuckin wit da beast from the east
??Baz?? from the west, ???? from the south, and nothin less from the midwest
Like Next I m too close on two coasts,
Numero uno, it s khujo, bitch you know
On the side that ll snatch a snitch, Catch yo Bitch
Wrap a kix, Then smack yo rick
Hook: (2 times)
Verse 3: VK
Why try, I came to get a glimpse of yo whole clan off
But for yo rapidness, so woman to man, it stands off
I want the cultural girl for you but the zhory stacks ran off
Ima make the world see what I already saw
Me gaze switchin the gang now I be a legit baller
We could go straight up or we could switch it to sesaw
I spray gats, so no love, with the power to sure improve
You pray for my destruction, I execute the plan that you used
I don t care who you send, no one is equivelent
I took your shit now you look annerexic on thin thin
Death Row ain t finished
So now you must be the antiwitness
leaft diminishin
come up on a hustler
climbin ya
rippin ya by ya juggler, disconect yo mainframe
and disrespect ya like I punted ya
Mad atcha, unleash your ??disbecatin ?? death row gat atcha
Livin wit the Sai, its the one that s gonna get back at ya
Hook: 2x
Hook: 2x
Intro: Treach
It s Time to throw your dubs up
Time to tear da fuckin clubs up
Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set
For all you niggaz who ain t heard me yet
WE RIDE! Chronic 2000. Still Smokin Baby.
Verse 1: VK
Release the funkiness out of that chain
Let s see who remain
Let s see who got the mack with the irreputable indisputable brain,
well unquestionably it s VK
Holler Mayday, I m comin out to play, la la na na
yo, years wit papi cause I knew what I could do
It s that, take the microphone and hold my own
against any crew cuz, All I live to do is this
Flex my plex and release cres and layed back with the sticky buddhists
Partna it don t even make no sense to be percise
Atomic lyrics hittin ya boots makin your fingaz drop the mic
Handle your buisness,
who s da first eye to eye witness or view the pain on the brain
And plus get put on my shit list
I m takin bolders, slashin em
Don t forget about your wrists, I m takin em pullin you
Like you was a Bitch
Huh, My shit is addictive like that sticky green chronic
Had you lookin up in the sky, thinkin you bionic
Hook: Treach
It s time to throw your dubs up
Westside...
It s time to tear da fuckin clubs up
That s Right...
Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set
Eastside...
For all ya ll niggaz who ain t heard me yet
He s right...
Verse 2: Treach
Okay, Black ??Dime Blaze??, the new millenium
I got a dick to smack a bitch and make her Kitty cum
Fuck wit Dimes, plus I trickle wit the ghetto nickles
Fuck 5-0, I got a land with air-stolen missles
Death Row, and you thought this shit was shut Down
Fuck you , you might see me, Pac and Suge
buying weed from a chronic spot uptown
Cuz niggaz ain t dead, they fed, rollin wit Jersey 30,000
Prophet niggaz is wildin
Cuz we da niggaz dat ll jack yo ass, smack yo ass
take all yo ass s caps and cap yo ass
You started fuckin wit da beast from the east
??Baz?? from the west, ???? from the south, and nothin less from the midwest
Like Next I m too close on two coasts,
Numero uno, it s khujo, bitch you know
On the side that ll snatch a snitch, Catch yo Bitch
Wrap a kix, Then smack yo rick
Hook: (2 times)
Verse 3: VK
Why try, I came to get a glimpse of yo whole clan off
But for yo rapidness, so woman to man, it stands off
I want the cultural girl for you but the zhory stacks ran off
Ima make the world see what I already saw
Me gaze switchin the gang now I be a legit baller
We could go straight up or we could switch it to sesaw
I spray gats, so no love, with the power to sure improve
You pray for my destruction, I execute the plan that you used
I don t care who you send, no one is equivelent
I took your shit now you look annerexic on thin thin
Death Row ain t finished
So now you must be the antiwitness
leaft diminishin
come up on a hustler
climbin ya
rippin ya by ya juggler, disconect yo mainframe
and disrespect ya like I punted ya
Mad atcha, unleash your ??disbecatin ?? death row gat atcha
Livin wit the Sai, its the one that s gonna get back at ya
Hook: 2x
Hook: 2x
