Dr Dre & Snoop Dogg

[Андрей Карпишин]

Вот так надо делать RAP! Треки реально качают нипадецки. Помню, летел в самолете, всё достало, кроме этого альбома. (возможно, из-за шума от мотора ? - остальное просто глохло в наушниках (шутка))

Ну а если развернуть - то этот альбом - американская копия КОРОЛЕЙ АНДЕГРАУНДА: viewtopic.php?f=13&t=189,
ну или наоборот (учитывая время выхода).

И ещё. Спасибо сайту: https://genius.com/albums/Dr-dre/The-chronic

[Андрей Карпишин]

Dr Dre – The Chronic (Intro)

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one

(*Cell Block opened*)
Welcome to Death Row
..like we always do about this time

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Ha haa haaa haaa, yeah, nine deuce
Death Row Records, creeping while you're sleeping
Niggas with attitudes, no Loc, niggas on a motherfucking mission
What up niggas and niggettes?
That crazy-Ass-nigga is back in the motherfucking hizzouse
Yeah, with notorious Compton G
D-R-E on a solo tip, fuck them other fools
What up Ren?
Yeah, dropping Chronic flakes on your ass bitch
West Coast flavor
Niggas who talked shit, get dealt with real quick
So if you wanna take a trip to the Row
Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggas with big dicks, AK's and 187 skills
So if it's must you test us
We can handle it the streets nigga, fuck making records
Yeah, G's up, hoes down
If that bitch can't swim, she bound to drizzown
Peace to my nigga Drizzae, another platinum hit nigga
Peace to The D.O.C, still making it funky enough
And Death Row Records is in full motherfucking effizzect
Awww yeah, PS: Fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo
A.K.A. Jerry and Eazy
Sincerely yours, deeez motherfucking nuuutz
I don't love Eazy
I don't love Jerry
I don't love Ruthless Records
Frankly, I don't love nothing they got to do with
But.. but.. but you know what I what you do for me?
Jerry and Eazy, check this shit right here
I want y'all to put this bizzalls, in your jizzaws
And walk them like a strizzaw, tell me what you sizzaw
Yeah, you know what? - you know what?
Fuck all y'all, fuck y'all, really though
It's Death Row nigga
You better ask somebody, you really better ask somebody

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't know them no more

[Outro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah nigga, youse a penguin looking motherfucker

[Андрей Карпишин]

Dr Dre - Fuck Wit Dre Day

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[Intro]
Hah, yeah
Hell yeah
Hah, know what I'm saying?
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hoods you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth
Make ya bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah, it's me so I'mma talk on
Stomping on the Eazy-est streets that you can't walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homie's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you

[Interlude]
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your mothafuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin? Punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy! We want Eazy!)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya Timmy?
It seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your momma that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talking about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kicking were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg "oh is he crazy?"
With your mama and your daddy hollering "Baby!"
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even slanging them thangs
I'm hollering 187 with my dick in your mouth, beyotch

[Interlude: RBX]
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up
Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R
Yeah, motherfucker

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg]
Now understand this: my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bending over so Luke's getting fucked, buster
Must've thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity made you speak what you spoke
Ayo Dre
Whattup?
Check this nigga off, loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on your tonsils
While you're onstage rapping at your wack-ass concert
And I'mma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'mma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gonna creep to South Central
On a street knowledge mission as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You trying to check my homie, you better check yourself
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Yeah, nigga

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again
It don't stop: punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really tho
Breaking all you suckas off something real proper like
You know what I'm sayin?
All these sucka ass niggas can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke can eat a fat dick

[Андрей Карпишин]

Dr Dre – Let Me Ride

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[Intro]
BIATCH!
(Female spoken voice, in Jamaican patois)

[Verse 1]
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock cocked, cause niggas want these
But no soon as I said it
Seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call
My niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fucking heads cut off
Motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches
Clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by
Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E
From the C.P.T
On a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top, ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP, POP, POP
Yeah cause if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse
Go back and take another stop

[Snoop]Cause I'm rollin' in my 6-4
With all the niggas, sayin'

[Hook]
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and
Let me ride

[Verse 2]
It's just another motherfucking
Day for Dre, so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists
It's just that
Gangster glare
With gangster raps
That gangster shit
Makes a gang of snaps
[W/Snoop] Word to the muthafuckin' streets
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats
That I hit ya with
That I get ya with
As I groove in my '4 on D's
Hittin' the switches
Bitches relax, while I get my proper swerve on
Bumping like a motherfucker and I'm about to get my serve on
But before I hit the dope spot
Gotta get the chronic
The Remy Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
On my dick cause my '4 on hit
Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that
So when I crawl, I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip, a nigga trip to the south side

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slauson
On my way to the strip
Now I'm just flossin'
Checking my rearview
Cause niggas, they will do
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a 211
Fuck around and get caught up in a
[W/ Snoop:] 187
But I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggas like lynchin'
But I just watch them hang
So on and so on
Why don't you let me roll on?
I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
Didn't nobody wanna speak
Now everybody peeping out they window when they hear me beating up the street
[Snoop:] "Is it Dre? Is it Dre?"
That's what they say
Every single muthafuckin day
But I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it
While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin'
[Snoop]I be rollin' in my 6-4

[Андрей Карпишин]

Dr Dre – Nuthin But A G Thang

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[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this
But um back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let em understand
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You never know, she could be earning her man
And learning her man and at the same time burning her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah)
And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

[Hook: Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beeping
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax and strap on your seat belt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

[Hook]

And who gives a fuck about those
So just chill, til the next episode

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O double G Y, D O double G, ya see
Showing much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
Hell yeah so Dre (whattup Dogg)
Gotta give them what they want (what's that, G)
We gotta break em off something (hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bumping, City of Compton

[Dr. Dre]
Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynching
Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip then I'm slipping
But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight tripping
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah and you don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"

[Андрей Карпишин]

Dr Dre – Deeez Nuuuts

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{*dial tone, then numbers being dialed*}

[Warren G]
Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doin
{*mumbling*} Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit man

[Some Gal] Hello?
[Warren G] Whassup?!
[Some Gal] Nothing, what you doing?
[Warren G] Nothing, just kicking it
[Some Gal] Are y'all done?
[Warren G] Nah, what you gon' do today?
[Some Gal] Umm.. pick up my stuff from the cleaners
[Some Gal] Might go get my nails done
[Warren G] Seriously
[Some Gal] Why what's uà?
[Warren G] Ay did did did whats-a-name done get at you yesterday?
[Some Gal] Who?
[Warren G] {*singing*} Deeez nuuuts!
[Some Gal] Aw shut up nigga!

[Comedy skit]
"I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin on the walls, what did I have honey?"
I said, "Darling you'd have some walnuts."
She said, "Well.. daddy if I had some nuts
On my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell yes!"
She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin
Would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no bitch you'd have a dick in your mouth!" {*echoes*}

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] Check game from the no-torious Compton G

[Verse 1 - Dr. Dre]
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clowning an' shit
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho
If she proper, I'mma pop her, the ho hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack

[Snoop]
So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

[Verse 2 - Daz]
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Starting static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he, not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stomping in my kahki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

[Snoop]
But could you raise up off his nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

[Verse 3 - Dr. Dre]
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get they scrap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these, M-U-T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (BE-OTCH!)
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em

[Snoop]
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G

[Nate Dogg]
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfucking day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherfucking day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if