The Chron

[King Tee:]

While these other cats are flashing their guns

I got my barrel down your throat, you're coming up shook

I brought that gang bang boogie, you must've mistook me

For a coward, I'll wet you with the tech nine shower

And man I gives a damn who the fuck you down with

Who part of town and shit, you get your crown split

Fucking with the Likwit expansion assassins

Heard about them fo' older anthems, now speak on that

These fools got that home grown rap

I got da kron, talking bout the bomb, say what?

I got the hood rats shaking they tails to excel

Cause Aftermath laced me with the shit that won't fail

I used to rock the module sitting in the county jail

Now I'm fresh out balling on bail

These fools better check the credits, I'm hanging platinum on the walls

While your baby mama playing with my balls, yes y'all

[Chorus: x2]

I got the da kron, talking bout the bomb

Say what? I got the hood rats shaking they tails to excel

I got the da kron, talking bout the bomb

Say what? Cause Dr. Dre laced me with that shit that won't fail

[King Tee:]

Somebody let me out this cage, I feel like I'm about to burst

Snatching props and reps just like it was your mom's purse

First thing's first, I'm the King {where you from? }

The streets of Compton {what? }, a nigga stay down {right? }

Say what? I represent the khaki wearing, weed smoking

Gun toting, never broke niggas from L.A. to Oakland

Talking that shit will get you nowhere, cause I hear no, or fear no

Roll up and you be the last action hero

I'm from the land of the calm breeze, palm trees

Low riders rolling on roadies

Drop tops, crooked cops, carjacks

And earthquakes, chronic bud, yeah nigga all that

The place where Gs be hitting switches

And I'm down with a gang of niggas but I got a gang of bitches

Kids from birth born and bred to be hustlers

Sipping on the [? ] to say I got it going on

Aftermath, I represent it to the fullest

Spitting at hoes like my tech nine be spitting bullets

Passed ya, I blast at ya, faster

Somebody gassed ya now you lay before your pastor

These other clicks know they ain't fading us

Cause even Treach said my niggas was the craziest

Remember before I told ya bring a gun

Cause it ain't where you're at, it's where you're from fool

[Chorus x2]

[King Tee:]

Y'all niggas don't know me, low key Riviera

Coming through your hood with the terror

I got it rocked up, I got it locked up, locked up

Fools in they trunk chopped up, nigga like "what? "

Posing, cause I know these niggas scoping

The Rolex full of ice frozen

I think around eighteen karat golden

Can't match what I'm holding, pockets stay swollen

Casinos in Reno to blow dough in

Niggas stay out our pimp business cause you hoes ain't knowing

About the years that I paid dues, hoes that I ran through

Niggas asking going platinum, I plan to

So kick back and let the King pull rank

No need to gas me up, I'm already on a full tank

So roll it up, light the bitch and inhale

Cause Dr. Dre laced me with that shit that won't fail

[Chorus x4]}

[King Tee:]

Yeah, for my niggas on the west side

Roll it up