Tonalità: G# minor
Verse 1
Am
Hey, yo whassup?
My name is Dre
Dm
Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?
D
Am
Dm
Nigga what? Fo' ho'!
Roll that shit up!
Am
Hell
Verse 2
yeah,
Dm
still alwayz into somethin'
D
Am
Heart still in Compton
Dm
Am
The comp can't oppose,
D
Am
dope Cali platinum classicals
D
Am
Introduced you to my
Doggs, that don't love hoes
D
Am
And Firm Fiascoes, assholes
Dm
Am
D
Fucked you up with my last video,
D
Dm
Am
Doin' a tango, and cash,
always in my grasp
Dm
D
Am
Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols,
stranglin' hoes
When asked about it in most interviews,
Dm
I just laugh
Am
Now I vacate with hoes
with a gang of ass
Dm
Am
One feed me mangoes,
Dm
the other lightin' my hash
Am
Rap tabloids write Dre's light
in the ass (what?)
Dm
Am
Came home uptight, ready to mash
D
Like a gas pedal,
Am
get on that 64 Chevy level
D
Am
AK- 47 heavy metal
Dm
D
Am
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just
whistle like a tea kettle
D
Am
I throw three at you, tell
me if you see devils
'Cause we rebels over here,
Dm
I smell Chronic in the air
Am
That means we takin' over this year,
you hear?
Verse 3
Am
Chronic, two- thousand (one)
That means we takin over this year,
Dm
Am
ya hear?
Verse 4
Am
Dm
D
Am
Light Speed, blazin' Chronic
C
Dm
through the galaxy
Am
Dm
Am
Hy dro, doja, chocolate Thai weed
Dm
Am
Or we might be sippin'
on gin or Hennessy
Dm
D
Am
Fuck that, where that new shit,
The Chronic Iced Teas
Dm
D
Am
I hang among hustlers,
Verse 5
Dm
D
I slang and hoo- bang Bronson
Am
When bustaz roll through,
Dm
can't fuck with my bold crew
Am
Dm
We will hold you captive and bust
Am
Dm
Am
'Cause gangbangin' is the active,
activity
Dm
Am
A
Where I be livin' B,
Am
D
there ain't no Liberty Statue
Am
Hope you got your gat,
don't let them catch you
Dm
Am
Slippin', without yours,
Dm
Am
it's warfare out doors
Dm
Am
Ambulance, violent uproars
Dm
Am
Trash niggaz takin' out like chores,
C
I meet whores on tours
Dm
Jeans hot as pepper, so I sip,
Am
champagne on stormy shores
D
Am
Dm
We on some hardcore, pornographic
Am
Dm
Am
Totin' Austrian firearms
that's made out of plastic
Dm
D
Am
In these drastic surroundings,
G
Dm
it be sounding like
D
Am
Dm
Lebanon, makin' fools retreat like
Am
Megatron and Starscream
Oh yeah, I scream- on- stars
D
Am
D
Am
To get loot and crossover like
Dm
Kareem Abdul- Jabbar
D
Get out your car son,
Am
G
D
C
D
that's how I came to bougie niggaz
Dm
Am
At bar one, it's either that
Dm
or make front page stardom
Am
I'm the Golden Child,
Dm
D
chased by Sardo Nympsay
Am
God's my bulletproof,
it's hard to shoot me, you hear?
Verse 6
Am
Bm
Am
(By the time you see him)
That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me,
D
you hear?
Am
C
Am
Dm
Am
Verse 7
Am
Light Speed, blazin' Chronic
through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed
Or we might be sippin'
on gin or Hennessy
Fuck that, where that new shit,
The Chronic Iced Teas
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