Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Chronic, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Chronic |
| I let the impala ass scrape, 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, shootin' dice, catchin fades nigga |
| Little niggas out here on this corner gettin' paid nigga |
| Did some shit but we gon' take these secrets to the grave with us |
| I did it all nigga, runnin' from the law nigga |
| Life behind the bars nigga, and make collect calls nigga |
| Selling dope and gang banging, I was trynna' ball nigga |
| Everybody come up, and nobody wanna fall with us |
| Every night I had a dream I made it out the 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 let the impala ass scrape, 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' |
| 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 |
| Know Game, know 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 'Rus 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 let the impala ass scrape, 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 |