Lorine Chia - The Soundtrack (1992) lyrics

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Lorine Chia - The Soundtrack (1992) lyrics

[Hook: 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 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" [Verse 1: The Game] Maybe I should move a little, smoke a little f** 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, n***a Yeah when everythin' was copacetic 'Til 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 playin' 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 sayin' n***a? We ain't playin' n***a We k** your daddy and let your mama do all that prayin' n***a Lose your f**in' life when them [Hook: 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 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" [Verse 2: The Game] 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 When 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 ridin' 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 D-R-E And that's how I felt when them [Hook: 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 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"