Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Where As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

Intro/Chorus:
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
(This ain't no) streetStreet sermon, these niggas are determined
*Repeat*

Verse 1:Where

I flow like CD's in the deck
Moosh fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes areenter deleted
crusty, you can't bust Genter added
So leave me alone I'm in the zone
WalkinWalkin' the streets on my own, nigga get blown
Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone
Are you gone bust or play bones?enter added
You motherfuckin motherfuckin' clone, get off thatenter deleted
nigga's style and get'cha own
It's Miscellane Miscellanea and it's on again
For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step
And kept ya big fuckin fuckin' mouth shut
ChorusAs the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Verse 2:WhereAs the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long
realised realized my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco
Blowin disco, blowin' up Cisco and in my Cammo
StandinStandin' in back of me was my soulenter added
Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick
Shaky bitches off the dick
Cos
'Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools
Show me the one talkin talkin' shit so I can drop a fool
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM Cream

Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, Phillie, G
I really dream of gettin gettin' mine now letenter deleted
me tell you what's silly
Me, buckin buckin' with my team is murder one
I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), bustin' shots, down the block (BLOCK!)enter added
I guess a nigga gettin gettin' what he got (GOT!)
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball andenter deleted
broke niggas to smoke niggas
I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
To a trick that didn't even care
Cos
'Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga)
Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga)
You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real)
Shit is for real
ChorusAs the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Verse 3:WhereAs the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper
And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes
Let's take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin jockin' my new trackenter added
But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard
WittaWith a teenage group I'm turnin turnin' loots to tracks
Me and my niggas like (These tracks are
laced with bomb weed and tight
lyrics)
You wanna know what the hos used to do
When me and my crew came bustin bustin' through
All sorts of blushins blushin's brew
(A neighbourhood find, a gift too
swift, Miscellane is the crew)
Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blueenter added
This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front
I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on
Miscellane packinMiscellanea packin' shows like Farrakhan
Where is on another level with twoenter deleted
niggas that's on the same plateauenter added
Now that's three times your tightest flow
And three times ya tightest track, track
threeThree times your fattest sack
Three times is clever (BUCK!)
Chorus x 2As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Outro:As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt
Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
To art in hell, where the next man dwells
The place with stankin stankin' pussy and crack rock dwells