Yo, now, nobody party like we party, you love to see Kronic party,
that`s that shit there, who should I fear?
Yo, I don`t fuckin care! You like to think you my enemy, bitch
you ain`t shit to me, till you holy assed MC`s envy me, but watch
when you in you room sipping tea,
You might just spy red`s dot`s son you better believe.
You wanna see me out but I just won`t go though,
Pretty young things wanna have my photo.
Hate school work, I burn school folders, now I`m in control,
so I give orders,
I`m a hardcore player; I fucked Buffy the Vampire Slayer, A non-stop,
Make em rock poetry sayer.
I use what I find, put a beat to their rhymes,
You wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind, shit there`s the pigs,
Better leave the scene of then crime.
I knock on ya door, ya bitch is like, `Oh, he ain`t here`, I
slit her throat I`m like,
`I know you`re here`, coz the player with the most KO`s ya better
get used to it coz Sensay no`s
Chorus
We`re new to hip-hop
Summer`s near get out the flip-flop`s
Definitely not ready for the chop
PC Plod the coolest cop
There`s only one way to stop us, what`s the fuss, we`re first
in line at DRE`s office.
Wait a sec soon I`ll feel her, mad aliens with spliff`s saying,
Take me to you`re dealer`; check me out right now I`m a miracle healer.
Tattoo`s are da bomb but only some don`t get you`re bitches name
on you`re bum,
If you have a big party you know I`ll come.
California Love got a nigga gang pub wiv my ears feelin the music
from the club, Phillips and Perry known as bubbly chubs.
Y`all know the rhymes are true nobody knows the West coast better than you.
The light bulbs are on electricity to I`m in love with anything
I can chew, Motherfucker`s at a wedding just say I do,
By the the time this song comes out I`ll probably be 22,
If it comes out any later I`ll wack ya with a snooker cue.
If you hoes think love you to, then you`re wrong,
Nobody knows why I`m singing this song.
Just ask the people in the back streets who they chose get up
and scream it coz
Sensay no`s
Chorus
If you`re wondering who wrote the rap tunes Kronic be the way of the fumes.
At Wickies you never find the dance floor empty,
With the girls lining up with lipstick a plenty.
If you don`t think we know D R Dre you go and ask him,
In the drug filled streets of LA.
All doubter`s who thought we didn`t know we were doing better shut ya face,
Or I`ll tell Grimmy what you`re chewing.
Half the days and half the nights,
Get pissed and have a fight,
All you jips who can`t afford your own stuff you`re just tight.
So welcome boys and girls to the wild Wild West,
Squeeze a bit of lemon it gives you zest, forget the rest.
Pimps be playin on what they can find hoes, bitches or mum`s
they don`t mind.
This state of which we`re putting down makes nigga`s party while
the night goes, Keep you`re head down ear`s up and hope
Sensay no`s
Chorus
(Till Fade)
