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

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

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

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

See my lyrics are double or nothin' to suckers
I can 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight I go
Not really into freestylin' or tryin' to violence
But gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
That's how I'm livin', I do as I B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cali
And know, that you gotta be stompin'
If you're and raised in Compton

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

a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, run from the feds
shed treads 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 gave the young kid
They thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cuz I through fo' five six holes
But I ain't out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a nigga down

So the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin' 'cuz you can't a Y.G.
Gangsta, 'cuz I'm true to my
You're lame, and thangs gon' 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 ain't
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin' no

Sometimes I to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T written across my chest
A motherfucker never ceasin' 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 niggaz win
'Cuz I'm a from the C O M P T O N

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

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