The Soundtrack (1992) The Game (Ft. Lorine Chia)

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[Chorus: 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