The Soundtrack (1992)

[Chorus: Lorine Chia] Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went passing by The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" [Verse 1: The Game] Maybe I should move a little, smoke a little Fuck around, get high a little Start reminiscin' about the old times 12 years old, cars drivin' by with gangsters in it You ain't stand too long 'Cause you already knew that it was gangsters in it, nigga Yeah when everythin' was copacetic 'Til niggas got off them 40 ounces That's when even the Pope can get it Chronic smoke all in the air, ain't nobody playin' fair And Snoop Dogg had all these niggas Around here tryna braid they hair Red and blue, khaki suits Us lil niggas got active too From Lincoln Park, back to the Fruits Us lil niggas had ratchets too So what you sayin' nigga? We ain't playin' nigga We kill your daddy and let your mama do all that prayin' nigga Lose your fuckin' life when them [Chorus: Lorine Chia] Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went passing by The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" [Verse 2: The Game] My mama was a gangster nigga My daddy was just a gangster nigga Wasn't for them, I wouldn't be from Compton I should probably thank them niggas Taught me how to shoot, rob, kill How to shank a nigga Maybe I should blame them for all these cases When I done banked a nigga AKs out of M3's, prostitutes on bent knees Gun shots on Greenleaf, all these 64s, no Bentleys nigga Euros on Cutlasses, you can't rent these niggas 'Bout to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga Heard shots rang out, just ridin' on my 10 speed Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed Nigga almost died tryna get some weed So don't be fooled by the palm trees This Compton nigga, that 310 That 213, we on Death Row Ain't no escape unless you D-R-E And that's how I felt when them [Chorus: Lorine Chia] Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went passing by The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic" The soundtrack to the ghetto was "The Chronic"