The Chronic lyrics
by The Game
[Hook: The Game]
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 b*tches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
[Verse 1: AV]
Compton, California born and raised n*gga
Remember all them days n*gga
Chillin' with the homies, shootin' dice, catchin fades n*gga
Little n*ggas out here on this corner gettin' paid n*gga
Did some sh*t but we gon' take these secrets to the grave with us
I did it all n*gga, runnin' from the law n*gga
Life behind the bars n*gga, and make collect calls n*gga
Selling dope and gang banging, I was trynna' ball n*gga
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 n*gga
Welcome to the Hub n*gga, it's Compton
[Hook: The Game]
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 b*tches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
[Verse 2: AD]
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 n*gga 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
n*ggas 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
[Hook: The Game]
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 b*tches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic