Dr. Dre - The Chronic
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Release date: 22 May 2001
In case folks been smoking too much heavy 'chronic' lately, West Coast rap founder and scary legend Andre Young, aka Dr Dre, jogs their memories on 'Forgot About Dre' ...
In case folks been smoking too much heavy 'chronic' lately, West Coast rap founder and scary legend Andre Young, aka Dr Dre, jogs their memories on 'Forgot About Dre'. "Who you think brought you the Eazy Es, Ice Cubes and DOCs, the Snoop- D-O-G-Gs and the group that said motherf-- the police?" yammers the one-time NWA lynchpin, ex Death Row playa, inventor of -...
- Nov 18, 1999
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- The Chronic (Intro)
- Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')
- Let Me Ride
- The Day The Niggaz Took Over (Soundtrack Version (Explicit))
- Nuthin' But A "G" Thang
- Deeez Nuuuts
- Lil' Ghetto Boy
- A Nigga Witta Gun
- The $20 Sack Pyramid
- Lyrical Gangbang
- High Powered
- The Doctor's Office
- Stranded on Death Row
- The Roach (The Chronic Outro)
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Dr. Dre - The Chronic: Wikipedia Album Entry
With its stylish, sonically detailed production, Dr. Dre's 1992 solo debut, The Chronic, transformed the entire sound of West Coast rap. Here Dre established his patented G-funk sound: fat, blunted Parliament-Funkadelic beats, soulful backing vocals, and live instruments in the rolling basslines and whiny synths. What's impressive is that Dre crafts tighter singles than his inspiration, George Clinton -- he's just as effortlessly funky, and he has a better feel for a hook, a knack that improbably landed gangsta rap on the pop charts. But none of The Chronic's legions of imitators were as rich in personality, and that's due in large part to Dre's monumental discovery, Snoop Doggy Dogg. Snoop livens up every track he touches, sometimes just by joining in the chorus -- and if The Chronic has a flaw, it's that his relative absence from the second half slows the momentum. There was nothing in rap quite like Snoop's singsong, lazy drawl (as it's invariably described), and since Dre's true forte is the producer's chair, Snoop is the signature voice. He sounds utterly unaffected by anything, no matter how extreme, which sets the tone for the album's misogyny, homophobia, and violence. The Rodney King riots are unequivocally celebrated, but the war wasn't just on the streets; Dre enlists his numerous guests in feuds with rivals and ex-bandmates. Yet The Chronic is first and foremost a party album, rooted not only in '70s funk and soul, but also that era's blue party comedy, particularly Dolemite. Its comic song intros and skits became prerequisites for rap albums seeking to duplicate its cinematic flow; plus, Snoop and Dre's terrific chemistry ensures that even their foulest insults are cleverly turned. That framework makes The Chronic both unreal and all too real, a cartoon and a snapshot. No matter how controversial, it remains one of the greatest and most influential hip-hop albums of all time.
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One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip, shit up
Yo, yo, whassup man? Yo, man gimme some of that old
Gangsta shit, y'knahmsayin'?
Some shit I can just kick back
Smoke a fat-ass joint to, y'knahmsayin'?
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
Now I'ma kick up dust, as I begin to bust
The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga we takin' it
So Dre, blast they ass nigga
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
44 reasons come to mind
So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans that wanna do thangs
That's workin' for other people, y'all need to open your own business
Save your money, quit payin' motherfuckers with jheri curls
Quit payin' motherfuckers with perms
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Let me call this old bitch
See what this bitch doin'
Call this bitch
Raggedy-ass, shit man
I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans
Here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the
Ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to
Step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in
Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Yes, it is I says me and all who agree are more than three
'Cause they we, yes, yo! I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them