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G-Man Stan, yeah,
I see you done put together one of tracks mayne
Let me get on here to the C P T
Better known as Compton
Get my young The Game, y'knahmean?
Young nigga up Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin'?
2002, we gon' see what it do mayne
Y'knahmean?

Now everybody wanna know the truth a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the
A lot of people already exactly where it's at
'Cuz it's the home of the jackers and the
(Compton)
Yeah, that's the of my hometown
I'm goin' down in the town my name is all around
A nigga just be hatin' and shit, that's a
But I ain't nuttin' but claimin' my city

Where they actin' a and they carry the tool
Them sick in the streets of Compton
I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the
In Fillmoe the streets of Compton
Now we the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of

See my lyrics are or nothin' provin' to suckers
I can 'em
Pass the 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really freestylin' or tryin' to promote violence
But they gotta about the five-five-fo', so
how I'm livin', I do as I please B
A young put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody know, that you be stompin'
If you're born and raised in

Where they actin' a and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of
Where I found The Game, he was his change
To maintain in the of Compton

a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the
They shed in the streets of Compton

Now Compton is a place, where all my niggaz dog
'Til I found out, the get real dog
'Bout a ago, somebody musta wanted me to die
'Cuz they kicked in the door, and the young kid five
musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cuz I lived fo' five six holes
But I goin' out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a nigga down

So here's the burner in your motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin' you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, 'cuz I'm true to my
You're lame, and thangs ain't never be the same
'Cuz a nigga like the is takin' over
I really think I should have to explain
Oh yeah, I'm a dog but my name Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's no pain

Sometimes I have to a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T written across my chest
A gangsta never ceasin' to impress
My name is Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin' this and I'm comin' directly
'Cuz niggaz gettin' all up, I'm doin' damage quite effectively
Rhymin' is a battlezone and can't win
'Cuz I'm a from the C O M P T O N

Where actin' a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his
To maintain in the of Compton

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the
In Fillmoe from the streets of
Now we stackin' the bread, never run the feds
They treads in the streets of Compton