The Chronic - The Game, Ad, AV

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