BK to CPT

[Game]

Straight outta Compton, Chuck Taylor in Brooklyn, 8 deep

And the Desert Storm blew in Ghetto F-A-B

The only difference between us is the coast and the lift of the ninas

And the rainbow paint on the Beamer

Out here they call me All Star Game

And every nigga with a gun waitin for the oak floor all star game

So while you in the Staples parking lot

I'm watchin' the corner with the safety on like Ronnie Lott

[Fabolous]

Straight outta Brooklyn, it's the same youngin, slingin' the same onions

Smokin' that Cali bud that my nigga Game brung in

I keep a dame tongin' my dick, a chain hung to my dick

The Caine run by the brick, it's ghetto

The fame sprung on me quick

But I still got 20s of dope that'll have your brain strung on a fix

These haters can't stop the rock I pushes

Cause a nigga move around with more arms than an octopus's

Nigga

[Game]

I got a Winchester that'll turn your vest into confetti

I'm Chuck Taylor the same nigga that put the '64 in Chevy

It's the same nigga to keep the .44 in the Chevy

With no stash spot, when you in Compton ask coppers

If that Aston Martin the same color as grasshoppers

I'm runnin' the rock, not Jay, Dame Dash or Hoffa

So when you in Compton you know who to ask for

That twenty-year-old young gun with bricks in the Jaguar

Nigga

[Fabolous]

Jay push Bentley ISR's through

And if you seen my guns you'd think Bush sent me to war too

Even with chicks beggin' me for dick regularly

A nigga known for gettin' rid of weight like Dick Gregory

I'm New York City's fly guy, you bums don't impress me

I already got the lead, waitin' for someone to test me

And you don't wanna be in the news

Cause when we lookin' for you, not even Bin Laden would wanna be in your shoes, nigga

[Game]

Every ghetto in America I know that niggas lettin' clips fly

So I keep that in mind when I'm out in the NY

Niggas see the Aftermath chain they like "F 50"

Cause we flyin' through Queens in that Ferarri F-50

Bitches see me in the video, wanna have sex with me

So I keep a box of Magnums and a bag of X with me

Keep a .38 Magnum stashed in the Vette with me

And it's "fuck your life!" if you ain't signin' checks with me

[Fabolous]

Nigga I'm eatin' and you be snackin' like you on a diet

That's why you window shoppin' actin' like you wanna buy it

Actin' like you want a riot, like you gon' shoot

When I'm back you gon' be quiet

Like you on mute

That's proof you a punk

And you're lucky there ain't enough room to fit a nigga in my roof and the trunk

They got a box to quickly hide the gun

You shouldn't move, if you seen Boyz N the Hood and knew Ricky tried to run

[Game]

Niggas know when them hollows airin'

I'll turn your Antoine Walker to a throwback Robert Parish

With two holes under the Celtic

And you would think your Boston warm up jacket hot till the Desert Eagle melt it

I'm a gangsta and the birds they love it

Twenty with a baby face and sit on base like Kirby Puckett

You can't afford the new Bentley? Fuck it

Cop yay from Jay, the bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage

[Fabolous]

In my 'hood the slower you move the quicker they get you

Sometimes it's somebody in the click that be with you

That's why my vest is thicker to get through

And I keep two nine's on my shirt like Dickerson's shit do

I waste my breath when I'm bickering with you

I'd rather waste my techs till they flicker and hit you

You sick as my shit blue

And you ain't goin' nowhere for a while, a commercial where Snickers'll fit you, fucker

[Game]

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party when I'm spittin' to Pac

The paint fall off your Miss King when I'm spittin' the Glock

Before I was sixteen I was liftin' a drop

Spittin' on cops, pitchin' the rock

Like Charlie Ward before the New York Knicks

Now you can catch me in Brooklyn with Fab on a New York bitch

While you old niggas in rehab

And if I can't be a hip hop legend I'll just die in a ski mask

[Fabolous]

When a gangsta like me ride it be suede in it, be shade tinted

Tires got the rims that Spree made in it

One of the prettiest hoes be laid in it

Blowin' the kid faster than prepaid minutes

I'm guessin' these haters don't know I keep the Wes in the ators

Fully loaded with the vest penetrators

But if they want it, y'all can get it

You love the way the coaster coast chiefs did it