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G-Man Stan, yeah,
I see you done put one of them tracks mayne
Let me get on here to the C P T
Better as Compton mayne
Get my young homey The Game,
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 from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people 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 be hatin' and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't nuttin' but claimin' my city

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

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

See my lyrics are double or nothin' to suckers
I can 'em
the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into 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 gangsta put in work on Cali streets
And everybody know, that you be stompin'
If you're and raised in Compton

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

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

Now Compton is a place, where all my chill dog
'Til I out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a ago, somebody musta wanted me to die
'Cuz they kicked in the door, and gave the kid five
They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch
'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 here's the burner in your motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now duckin' 'cuz you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, 'cuz I'm true to my
You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' be the same
a nigga like the Game is takin' over
I really don't think I should have to
Oh yeah, I'm a dog but my ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin' no

I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my
A gangsta motherfucker ceasin' to impress
My is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm like this and I'm comin' directly
'Cuz niggaz gettin' all stirred up, I'm damage quite effectively
is a battlezone and niggaz can't win
'Cuz I'm a from the C O M P T O N

Where they actin' a fool, and carry the tool
sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his
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, never run the feds
shed treads in the streets of Compton