Artist: The Game f/ Lorine Chia Album: 1992 Song: The Soundtrack Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Chorus: Lorine Chia] Cars drive by, in the night So much sound, comin' from inside Red, blue flags, hangin' from the side So much time, went passin' 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" [The Game] Maybe I should move a little, smoke a little Fuck around, get high a little, start reminiscin' about the old times Twelve 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 everything 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 momma do all that prayin' nigga Lose your fuckin' life when them [Chorus] [The Game] My momma 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 ten 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 [Chorus]