Текст песни Streets of Compton - Game

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

Where they actin a fool, and they carry them tool
You sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' in 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 though
'Til I found out, the streets get real though
'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 things 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 niggaz 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 them tool
You sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' in 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

Young Game, shut your niggaz out
Yeah, motherfuckin' yeah
Let them know my nigga, keep in the gangsta in two, K two
C-P-T niggaz respresent, Young Game is in the motherfuckin' house
Hey, right 'bout now (aha!), I'll like to send a shoutout to ma big brother
(Tell them)
Big Face 100, whatsapp nigga (tell em' Mike)
Young Vale, whatsapp nigga
E-9, 4-dough, Little Face, Whack, Squirrel
(Tell em' my nigga)
Dj. Quik, and ma nigga Wayne (represent)
We still waitin' on you to get home baby

Yeah that's what it's man
Young Game, you're doin' your thing man
You're destined to be a star man, you're destined
Come with it, yeah man think I'm go to something
Back to feel more, Califronia man
Count these papers out my nigga, y'knahmean?, this is big business

G-man standin' on the guitar man
G-man standin' on the motherfuckin' track, y'knahmean?
Takin' it the worldwide, we bring this shit back to the O-G nigga
Where it all started nigga, find way through yours motherfucker
Get it right nigga, cheques and figures
I'm that nigga that's talked in every records nigga
It's 2002 nigga, oh boy (ooh)