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Streets of Compton
GAME
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G-Man Stan, yeah mayne
I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne
Let me get on down here to the C-P-T
Better known as Compton mayne
To get my young homie the Game, y'knahmean?
Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin?
It's two-thousand-and-two, we gon' see what it do mayne
Y'knahmean? Yara!
Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the Hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack
(Compton!) Yeah that's the name of my hometown
I'm throwin down in the town where my name is all around
And niggas just be hatin and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city
Where they actin a fool, and they carry them tools
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found the Game, he was stackin his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton
Took a trip to the 'Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe, from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin the bread, never run from the Feds
They shake dreads in the streets of Compton
See my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin to suckers I can throw 'em
Passin a natural ten to four and six to eight before I go
Not really into freestylin, or tryin to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo'
So, that's how I'm livin, I do as I please B
A young gangsta puttin work on these Cali streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton
Where they actin a fool, and they carry them tools
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found the Game, he was stackin his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton
Took a trip to the 'Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe, from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin the bread, never run from the Feds
They shake dreads in the streets of Compton
Nowwwww, Compton is a place, where all my niggas chill dawg
'Til I found out the streets get real, dawg
'Bout a year ago, somebody must of wanted me to die
Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They must of thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
Cause I lived through fo'-five-six holes
Well I ain't goin out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker, silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y-G gangsta
Cause I'm true to my game, you're lame
And things ain't gon' never be the same
Cause a nigga like the Game is takin over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kind of nigga that's feelin no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T signed written across my chest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin to impress
My name is Young Game so you can FUCK, the rest
I'm comin like this and I'm comin directly
Cause niggas gettin all stirred up I'm doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone and niggas can't win
Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Where they actin a fool, and they carry them tools
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found the Game, he was stackin his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton
Took a trip to the 'Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe, from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin the bread, never run from the Feds
They shake dreads in the streets of Compton
Lil' Fame: Young Game, shout your niggas out
The Game: Hell motherfuckin yeah
Lil' Fame: Let 'em know my nigga
The Game: Keepin it gangsta in the two-K-two
Lil' Fame: C-P-T niggas represent
The Game: Young Game is in the motherfuckin house
And right about now (uh-huh)
I'd like to send a shout out to my big brother
Lil' Fame: Tell 'em
The Game: Big Face Hunnid, what's up nigga?
Lil' Fame: Tell 'em mayne
The Game: Young Vel, what's up nigga?
Enoch (mm-hmm), Frog Dog, Lil' Face, Wack, Squib
Lil' Fame: Tell 'em my nigga
The Game: DJ Quik, and my nigga Wink
Lil' Fame: Represent
The Game: We still waitin on you to get home baby
Lil' Fame: Yeah that's what it is mayne
Young Game you doin your thang mayne
You're destined to be a star nigga, you're destined
Come with it, yeah mayne
Think I'mma go and jump in this wind and head on back
To Fillmoe, California mayne
Count this paper out mayne, y'knahmean?
Cause it's big business
G-Man Stan on the guitar mayne
G-Man Stan on the motherfuckin track, y'knahmean?
We takin it worldwide
We bringin this shit back to the origin
Nigga, where it all started nigga
Findaway Studios motherfucker
Get it right nigga, Jayceon figure
I'm that nigga that's talkin on every record nigga
It's two-thousand-and-two nigga, oh boy!
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