The Game - The Soundtrack (1992) lyrics

Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went pa**ing 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 Maybe I should move a little Smoke a little f** around, get high a little Start reminiscing about the old times 12 years old, cars driving by with gangsters in it You ain't stand too long cause you already knew it was gangsters in it, n***a Yeah when everything was copacetic Till n***as got off them 40 ounces, that's when even the pope can get it Chronic smoke all in the air, ain't nobody playing fair And Snoop Dogg had all these n***as around here tryna braid they hair Red and blue, khaki suits Us lil n***as got active too From Lincoln Park, back to the fruits Us lil n***as had ratchets too So what you saying n***a? We ain't playing n***a We k** your daddy and let your mama do all that praying n***a Lose your f**ing life when them Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went pa**ing 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 My mama was a gangster n***a My daddy was just a gangster n***a Wasn't for them I wouldn't be from Compton I should probably thank them n***as Taught me how to shoot, rob, k**, how to shank a n***a Maybe I should blame them for all these cases where I done banked a n***a AKs out of M3's Prostitutes on bent knees Gun shots on Greenleaf All these 64s, no Bentleys n***a Euros on Cutla**es, you can't rent these n***as Bout to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these n***a Heard shots rang out, just riding on my 10 speed Seen the windows down and the b**h squeezed n***a almost died tryna get some weed So don't be fooled by the palm trees This Compton n***a, that 310 That 213, we on d**h Row Ain't no one escape unless you DRE And that's how I felt when Cars drive by in the night So much sound coming from inside Red, blue flags hanging from the side So much time went pa**ing 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