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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
known as Compton mayne
Get my homey The Game, y'knahmean?
Young nigga up outta mayne, y'knahmsayin'?
This 2002, we gon' see it do mayne
Yarra

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

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

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
shed treads in the streets of Compton

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

they actin' a fool and they carry the tool
Them dudes 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 of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the
shed treads in the streets of Compton

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

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

Sometimes I have to wear a vest
I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin' to
My name is young so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin' like and I'm comin' directly
'Cuz niggaz gettin' all stirred up, I'm damage quite effectively
Rhymin' is a battlezone and niggaz 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 dudes in the of Compton
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 of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, run from the feds
They shed in the streets of Compton