the soundtrack (1992)

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