"The Streetz Of Compton" lyrics
(feat. JT)
[JT:]
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'knah mean?
Young nigga up outta Compton man, y'knahm saying?
This 2002, we gon' see what it do man
Y'knah mean? Yarra
[The Game:]
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 going down, in the town, where my name is all around
A nigga just be hating and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doing nothing but claiming my city
[JT:]
Where they're acting a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stacking 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 stacking the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
[The Game:]
See my lyrics are double or nothing proving to suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into free-styling, or trying to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-four, so
That's how I'm living, I do as I please B
A young gangster put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stomping
If you're born and raised in Compton
[JT:]
Where they're acting a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stacking 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 stacking the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
[The Game:]
Now, Compton is a place, where all my niggas chill dog
'Til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody must've wanted me to die
'Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They must've thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cause I lived through four five six holes
But I ain't going out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangster nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're ducking 'cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangster, '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 taking 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 feeling no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangster motherfucker never ceasing to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm coming like this and I'm coming directly
'Cause niggas getting all stirred up, I'm doing damage quite effectively
Rhymin' is a battle zone and niggas can't win
'Cause I'm a gangster from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
[JT:]
Where they're acting a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stacking 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 stacking the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
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'knah mean?
Young nigga up outta Compton man, y'knahm saying?
This 2002, we gon' see what it do man
Y'knah mean? Yarra
[The Game:]
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 going down, in the town, where my name is all around
A nigga just be hating and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doing nothing but claiming my city
[JT:]
Where they're acting a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stacking 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 stacking the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
[The Game:]
See my lyrics are double or nothing proving to suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into free-styling, or trying to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-four, so
That's how I'm living, I do as I please B
A young gangster put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stomping
If you're born and raised in Compton
[JT:]
Where they're acting a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stacking 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 stacking the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
[The Game:]
Now, Compton is a place, where all my niggas chill dog
'Til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody must've wanted me to die
'Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They must've thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cause I lived through four five six holes
But I ain't going out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangster nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're ducking 'cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangster, '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 taking 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 feeling no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangster motherfucker never ceasing to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm coming like this and I'm coming directly
'Cause niggas getting all stirred up, I'm doing damage quite effectively
Rhymin' is a battle zone and niggas can't win
'Cause I'm a gangster from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
[JT:]
Where they're acting a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stacking 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 stacking the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
