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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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
I'm goin down in the town where my name is all around
A ni**a just be hatin and sh*t 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 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
If you're born and raised in Compton
Nowww 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
Cause they kicked in the door and gave the young kid five
They musta thought that I was gon' play the b**ch role
Cause I lived through fo' five six holes
But I ain't goin out like no faggot-a**clown
They found they couldn't keep a gangsta ni**a down
So here's the burner in your face motherf**ker silly sucker
A**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 thangs ain't gon' never be the same
Cause a ni**a 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 ni**a 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
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
