I let impala ass cray
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
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till 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, shooting dice, catch a faze nigga
Little niggas out here on this corner gettin' fade nigga
Did some shit, but we gon' take these secrets to the grave
I did it all nigga, run it from the law nigga
Life behind the bars nigga, and make collect calls nigga
Selling dope and gang banging, I was trying ball nigga
Everybody come up, and nobody wanna fall with us
Every night I had a dream I made it outta hood
They see these light and these cameras
And think we got it good
You either gang bang, rap or sell drugs nigga
Welcome to the hood nigga
I let impala ass cray
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
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till last day
To see who got the deals on The Chronic, The Chronic
Compton California since I was ?
? through the speakers, reminiscin about them old days
?
No Game, no K.Dot, hard love ain't even gotta name drop
? because I can't stop
Every time I hear a record when a base drop, bang
You shouldn't never came in this ?
You shouldn't never came
I am Compton ?
One time
Going crazy in these streets on the hood
Baller
You can
Promise me, one of the best
I let impala ass cray
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
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till last day
To see who got the deals on The Chronic, The Chronic
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