The Soundtrack - The Game, Meek Mill

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