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

Now everybody wanna know the truth a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the
A lot of already know exactly where it's at
'Cuz the home of the jackers and the crack
(Compton)
Yeah, the name of my hometown
I'm goin' down in the town where my name is all
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 they the tool
Them sick in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his
To maintain in the streets of

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

See my lyrics are or nothin' provin' to suckers
I can 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight I go
Not really freestylin' or tryin' to promote violence
But they gotta know the five-five-fo', so
That's how I'm livin', I do as I 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 fool and they carry the
Them sick dudes in the streets of
Where I The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of

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

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

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

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

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

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