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Outside (Explicit) - The Game/YG
Lyrics by：Jayceon Terrell Taylor/Keenon Dequan Rae Jackson
Composed by：Jayceon Terrell Taylor/Keenon Dequan Rae Jackson
Say you from Compton but you ain't from Compton
I'm Charles Bronson when I swing this Thompson
You call it Bompton but you ain't from Bompton
Not the way I seen it you took the scenic
You at the convenience store when it's convenient
Buster-a*s n***a don't know the difference between Altadena Pasadena
You ain't never got your own khakis the out the cleaners or seen Serena
Swingin' them rackets playin' tennis when I was in my tennies swingin' the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches walk these n***as by Athens
Park after dark when n***as get active and **** get brackin'
Bunch of west side n***as rightin' left side n***as
Who Notorious for doin' **** just like they Bed-Stuy n***as
I ate at Tam's you got it brought to you
You a ***** you's a buster you's a mark you's a prostitute
Ain't no bullets hit you they ricocheted off your roof
You could've came outside and still survived n***a I'm walkin' proof
You gotta watch them n***as who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin' two Swishers together smokin' chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside
'Side outside ha
I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
N***as stole my pit bull I'm 'bout to kill somebody
Still don't know how to hit switches ain't in none of the hood pictures
We was outside
Yeah
Soo-wooper 400 block trooper
Whoever in my way them bullets shootin' through you
Bompton City G n***a you a foofer
**** with the gang and you gon' learn I'ma be the tutor
Burgundy bandana flag hangin'
Really from the gang my n***a audible this name's ringin'
Twistin' my fingers while the chain's swangin'
Like **** this rap **** n***as gangbangin'
I'm richer than you n***as y'all don't want smoke with me
Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's ready to go for me
I fronted n***as work they ain't pay me so now they owin' me
Tell 'em Don't trip pass 'em the blick and tell 'em Blow for me
I really from the war really
I really do a sneak attack just to up the score
I don't panic but I got a panic room at the crib
Shooters on the roof really you ain't livin' how I live
You gotta watch them n***as who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin' two Swishers together smokin' chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside
'Side outside ha
I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
N***as stole my pit bull I'm 'bout to kill somebody
Still don't know how to hit switches ain't in none of the hood pictures
We was outside
Yeah
