Lirik lagu The Soundtrack (1992) The Game Featuring Lorine Chia

The Soundtrack (1992) The Game Featuring Lorine Chia lirik lagu:

[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 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

[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 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 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 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"

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