the game feat. ad & av - the chronic lyrics
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-tches the g-ssed face
don’t wait ’til the last day, to see who got the deals
on the chronic, the chronic
compton, california born and raised n-gg-
remember all them days n-gg-
chillin’ with the homies, shooting dice, catch a faze n-gg-
little n-gg-s out here on this corner gettin’ fade n-gg-
did some sh-t, but we gon’ take these secrets to the grave with us
i did it all n-gg-, run it from the law n-gg-
life behind the bars n-gg-, and make collect calls n-gg-
selling dope and gang banging, i was tryna ball n-gg-
everybody come up, and n-body 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 drugs n-gg-
welcome to the hub n-gg-, it’s compton
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-tches the g-ssed face
don’t wait ’til the last day, to see who got the deals
on the chronic, the chronic
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-gg- 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
you shouldn’t never came in this b, stacked
you shouldn’t never came in this b
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-gg-s 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
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-tches the g-ssed face
don’t wait ’til the last day, to see who got the deals
on the chronic, the chronic
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