The Soundtrack
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Lyrics
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 Maybe I should move a little Smoke a little Fuck around, get high a little Start reminiscing about the old times 12 years old, cars driving by with gangsters in it You ain't stand too long cause you already knew it was gangsters in it, nigga Yeah when everything was copacetic Till niggas got off them 40 ounces, that's when even the pope can get it Chronic smoke all in the air, ain't nobody playing 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 saying nigga? We ain't playing nigga We kill your daddy and let your mama do all that praying nigga Lose your fucking life when them 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 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 where 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 riding 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 DRE And that's how I felt when 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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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:14
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 143 BPM