Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Soundtrack , by - The Game. Release date: 21.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Soundtrack |
| 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 |