The Game, AD and AV - The Chronic lyrics
[The Game, AD and 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 bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day
To see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
Compton, California born and raised nigga
Remember all them days nigga
Chillin' with the homies, shooting dice
Catch a faze nigga
Little niggas out here on this
Corner gettin' fade nigga
Did some shit
But we gon' take these secrets
To the grave with us
I did it all nigga, run it from the law nigga
Life behind the bars nigga
And make collect calls nigga
Selling dope and gang banging
I was tryna ball nigga
Everybody come up
And nobody 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 nigga
Welcome to the hub nigga, 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 bitches the gassed 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 nigga 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
Wack, you shouldn’t have never
Gave me this beat
Stat, you should have never
Gave me this beat!
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
Niggas 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 bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day
To see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
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 bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day
To see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
Compton, California born and raised nigga
Remember all them days nigga
Chillin' with the homies, shooting dice
Catch a faze nigga
Little niggas out here on this
Corner gettin' fade nigga
Did some shit
But we gon' take these secrets
To the grave with us
I did it all nigga, run it from the law nigga
Life behind the bars nigga
And make collect calls nigga
Selling dope and gang banging
I was tryna ball nigga
Everybody come up
And nobody 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 nigga
Welcome to the hub nigga, 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 bitches the gassed 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 nigga 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
Wack, you shouldn’t have never
Gave me this beat
Stat, you should have never
Gave me this beat!
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
Niggas 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 bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day
To see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic