Texty: Game. West Coast Resurrection. Streetz Of Compton.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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