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
