Compton Compton

Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah

Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah

Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin gangsta gangsta shit

Yeah

[Hook: repeat 2X]

I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville

You heard these niggas is gangsters, and they kill

Rob and steal, my niggas will peel at will

For real they real, niggas gon' feel this steel

[The Game]

Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold

And them niggas sellin the work ain't half as old

As the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's

Everybody yellin gimme, gimme

Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy

Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me

Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale

And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell

And you can get that stainless steel

Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real

When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring

And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine

Keep a +Mac+ on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout Beans

QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens

The boys in the hood is always hard

So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar

[Hook]

[The Game]

I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell

And you can come get a bird for eleven

And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness

Only +Church's+ in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW)

Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses

You fuckin with the Hub City Hustler

The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home

So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone

Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome

And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone

And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home

Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up

In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena

Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers

We ball up subpeonas, take niggas to the cleaners

And you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where..

[Hook]

[The Game]

We drug dealin, but niggas is squealin (fuck you rats)

What more can I say, just kill 'em

Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood

Now is this under-stooooooood?

I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good

The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood

Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood

Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood

Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone

Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones

Some niggas ball, some niggas do what we do

And other niggas sing for Cash Money like TQ

The block will heat and sink you (hey dude)

Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude

Lose your life tryin to get these jewels

I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2

[Hook]