Chronic 2005 [The Anthem] Lyrics
by DMC/King D

CHORUS:
Ready fo the killin it's on from the beat to the rap to da peeps,
indeed defeat I'm killin em all when I strike back fight that like that. [x3]

FIRST VERSE:
Who's got what it takes who's down to ride
when it comes to fuckin with that chronic 2005
get a sick whip and a big gat hit a bitch then dip to flip crack
it's platinum when I chit chat not a riftraft but a sick cat.
Let's get back to da big catch kilos of da dope better zip that
so sit back relax hit the weed man for that ten sack
and blaze purple haze while you play the game,
slang the cane while you listen to this famous name
I'm reppin seatown to da max wit the platinum tracks for ass and that cash get drunk,
fill the trunk with skunk and junk get back to the rtatatat.

DMC is my name with the opening act,
yeah right headline with a bowl of cash,
po po's and the loan sharks hold you back,
fuck that get strapped better pull your cat.

[CHORUS]

SECOND VERSE:
Like I said before it's Chronic2k5
and DMC King D watchin pu tang live
with the tities and fifties from city to city
you get it needy and greedy you wet it, sleexy yo breezy I bet it.
Don't even sweat it cause it's time to find some new hoes,
rollin in dat lambo choppin up that new coke,
for da kudos, and the new clothes, riding solo ai'nt no duo,
this new flow is too cold, for the game my pay is too low,
rollin up in the benz with the hoes and cocaine,
get that flip that peyote
money makin ain't no thang,
so ho may I make yo tape?
Murder on the mic it's a homicide
never thought I'd make it rappin livin on this side,
cause I'm P Northwest rich, let me see your best bitch,
with the chronic 2005 quarter keys and Lexus,
Got a complex game for the hoes Jumanji
all the bitches in the city seatown they want me,
reppin chronic2k5 like an online swapmeat,
for the acid e-bomb, weed, heron, and poppy,
I'm spittin like pop G,
non-stop like Pac See,
me the new King of emerald city so Cop Me.

[CHORUS]