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

Fuc