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 s*ckers I can throw 'em Pa*s 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-a*s clown They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down So here's the burner in your face motherf**ker silly s*cker a*s 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 motherf**ker never ceasin' to impress My name is young Game so you can f**k, 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 [Unverified]