The Soundtrack歌詞

The Soundtrack (原聲) (Explicit) - The Game (Jayceon)
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
F**k around get high a little
Start reminiscin' about the old times
12 years old cars drivin' by with gangsters in it
You ain't stand too long
You already knew that it was gangsters in it ni**a
Yeah when everythin' was copacetic
'Til 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 sayin' ni**a we ain't playing ni**a
We kill your daddy and let your mama do all that prayin' ni**a
Lose your f**kin' 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 ni**a
My daddy was just a gangster ni**a
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 ni**a
Maybe I should blame them for all these cases
When I done banked a ni**a
Aks out of m3's prostitutes on bent knees
Gun shots on greenleaf all these 64's no bentleys ni**a
Euros on cutlasses you can't rent these niggas
'Bout to do a drive by tonight that's why we tint these ni**a
Heard shots rang out just ridin' on my 10 speed
Seen the windows down and the b**ch squeezed
Ni**a almost died tryna get some w**d
So don't be fooled by the palm trees
This compton ni**a that 310
That 213 we on death row
Ain't no one escape unless you D R E
And that's how I felt 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