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
Cause 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 street
s of Compton
Where I found The Game,
he was stackin his change
To maintain in the street
s 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 street
s 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 street
s of Compton
Where I found The Game,
he was stackin his change
To maintain in the street
s 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
Nowww 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
Cause they kicked in the door,
and gave the young kid five
They musta thought that I was
gon' play the bitch role
Cause 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
cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game
You're lame, and thangs ain't
gon' never be the same
Cause 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
Cause niggaz gettin all stirred up,
I'm doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone and
nig gaz can't win
Cause 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