The Game - The Chronic lyrics

[The Game:] I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say About the Chronic, the Chronic We get money the fast way, give b**hes the ga**ed face Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals On the Chronic, the Chronic [AV:] Compton, California born and raised n***a Remember all them days n***a Chillin' with the homies, shooting dice, catch a faze n***a Little n***as out here on this corner gettin' fade n***a Did some sh**, but we gon' take these secrets to the grave with us I did it all n***a, run it from the law n***a Life behind the bars n***a, and make collect calls n***a Selling dope and gang banging, I was tryna ball n***a Everybody come up, and nobody wanna fall with us Every night I had a dream I made it outta hood They see these lights and these cameras and think we got it good You either gang bang, rap or sell d** n***a Welcome to the hub n***a, it's Compton [The Game:] I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say About the Chronic, the Chronic We get money the fast way, give b**hes the ga**ed face Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals On the Chronic, the Chronic [AD:] Compton, California since I was a youngin' Crowd banging through the speakers, reminiscin 'bout them old days Grinding hard, on the come up, tryna get it When we ran into Xzibit now a young n***a know Dre No Game, no K. Dot Hard love, I ain't even gotta name drop Like I got an addiction, because I can't stop Every time I hear a record when the base drop, bang Wack, you shouldn't have never gave me this beat Stat, you should have never gave me this beat! I'm a Comp-town Crip, I'm goin' crazy in these streets One time for my roots goin' brazy in these streets on the hood Yeah, yeah, better heard me in the club, n***as think that I lost it Ballin hard on these records, my triangle office You can ask Battlecat Who the youngin that be coming to the ref school? Pharmacy One of the best spittin on the hood, you can ask Pooh Just left loose compound Cuz I'm hanging on the Westside, don't get knocked down It's cool, I don't do it for the props now Need help, I just call up the Doc now [The Game:] I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say About the Chronic, the Chronic We get money the fast way, give b**hes the ga**ed face Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals On the Chronic, the Chronic