The Game - Streets Of Compton Album Lyrics
The Game Lyrics
Streets Of Compton Lyrics
- Support Compton
- Roped Off
- Hit The News
- Bullshit
- Can't Wait
- Gang Signs
- Unfollow Me Bitch
- The Chronic
- Like Me
- Death Row Chain
- For The Homies
Support Compton
[Game:]
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they f*ck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
[J3:]
I grew up off of Rosecrans and Central
Tam's Burger on the corner, slip up and get your issue
Drum fully loaded, probably catch 'em walking
Die for your name, get a blue or a cherry coffin
Pray for the homie moms, why she had to lose her son
We gon' make 'em pay the price for what they done
Organized crime, go on a mission weekly
187, man-down completely
Grew up off food stamps and swim through blood baths
Sheriffs hop out, point guns, searching your nutsacks
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
That's what Crips call it, but 'round here this Bompton
I ain't politicking, I ain't sneaking dissing
I'm really for my section, creeping up Wilmington
With my locs concealing weapons
F*cked with K. Dot back when he had the waves
And been supporting games since the Aftermath chain
Support Compton
[Game:]
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they f*ck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
[Payso:]
It started in Martin Luther King
Pocket of the Crip
Before I knew anything
Married to the block
Pinkie ring for my wedding ring
Yeah we right here on Nord Street
The hood core street
I be in the hood, you ain't gotta force me
And I just thank God my momma didn't abort me
Cause she was only fourteen
But that's a different story
Whole family's running frutas and they support me
The Pirus support me, the Crips support me
Your bitch support me, hit a lick just to support those that was for me
My nigga [?] was for me, D-Rock was for me
Niggas phony but I know my niggas watching for me
Cause I done had some close cases
Wrong time, right places
My life, I ain't finna let 'em take it
My mind, I ain't finna let 'em take it
From El Segundo to Rosecrans
They know who run the program
[Game:]
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they f*ck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
They be like "Dre ain't from Compton
Cube ain't from Compton"
You niggas dumb
I be the type nigga to ask them niggas asking where they from
Yeah I be trippin', de-boning niggas
Cruising through the hood like f*ck you
C-lo them niggas
'64 in my garage, only drop the top on Saturday
Reminiscing to 96 when I was running through a [?] a day
Compton High with the A.I braids
Over the Summer came with Junior Seau waves
Compton ain't shit, get a nigga f*cked up and jumped
Race riots with the ese's but that ain't what you want
Red and blue bandanas knotted at the front
Welcome to the home of the pistol grip pump
Compton
Roped Off
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherf*cker roped off
Don't get this motherf*cker roped off
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Y'all gon' get this motherf*cker roped off
Y'all gon' get this motherf*cker roped off
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Posted on Brazil and Wilmington
Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton
Cold steel got 'em trembling
Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands
Red dot on your head, nigga
Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga
Your auntie stay around here but you don't
Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't
Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G man
West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN
My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch
My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts
I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries
Now how many niggas done died eating number 5?
Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive
Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherf*cker roped off
Don't get this motherf*cker roped off
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Y'all gon' get this motherf*cker roped off
Y'all gon' get this motherf*cker roped off
[Verse 2 - Problem:]
Wear Chucks, don't gang bang, I f*ck baddies
I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies
Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis
Riding steel, [?] flabby
L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days
In and out of [?] middle man and the cocaine
Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fight
And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't trynna wife nothing
Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs
Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club
Hoes never ease up, D2B
Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!
West Side baby, ain't tripping off nothin'
Going out a winner like Peyton
Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome
Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherf*cker roped off
Don't get this motherf*cker roped off
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Ya'll gon' get this motherf*cker roped off
Ya'll gon' get this motherf*cker roped off
[Verse 3 - Boogie:]
Aye man, just tell God come and lift me
Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy
Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies
You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city
Man, I was born in this problem
We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options
Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching
With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton! "?
Man, I done lost hope
Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we Cross Roads
Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait
We trying to figure why ya'll got [?] in the first place
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Know my niggas on the wait
Wait, wait, wait. Know somebody gonna pay
Gonna hit [?], man I just left the [?]
We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate
On West Side Bompton
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherf*cker roped off
Don't get this motherf*cker roped off
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Ya'll gon' get this motherf*cker roped off
Ya'll gon' get this motherf*cker roped off
Hit The News
40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin' around here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
Low lows ain't the only thing droppin', bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!"
Like ooh, ooh, them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
F*ck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
Low lows ain't the only thing droppin', bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!"
Like ooh, ooh, them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
F*ck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
Bullshit
Ay who got all these niggas walking around with all this motherf*ckin' ? on their chest
Oh you pumpin' your motherf*cking cellphone huh?
You know I am with the Bullshit, ay
You know I am with the Bullshit
Niggas know I am with the Bullshit
You know I am with the Bullshit
Pull up, park the Camero like the El?
Only f*ck with Snoop, nigga f*ck you cousin Herr?
Plus I got the barrel on tuck, nigga what
First nigga jump up, first nigga f*cked up
I with the bullshit'
Jimmy Buttler in the ?cutlass
Hop out, get yo ass beaten, no mustard
Hood full of killers, cedar block, no busters
Say we gon' do it, but we ain't, don't trust us
Get your ass robbed out here
? nigga name Rob out here, with no job out here
We with the bullshit'
? by here, get smoked if ever slide by here
Nigga its Piru, I have ? like a commercial
? your hood, pass ? murk you
Nigga we still mad, dope boy kill ?
Blood this ain't no motherf*ckin' ?
You know I am with the Bullshit, ay
You know I am with the Bullshit
Niggas know I am with the Bullshit
You know I am with the Bullshit
40 days, 40 nights, if I ever lose a muthaf*ckin' fight
You in the pen', say good night
Get your ass strangled with the motherf*ckin'?
I am with the bullshit'
Save your motherf*ckin' tears
You bunk down with the nigga that ain't had pussy in years
He with the bullshit'
F*ck you gon' go, nigga where the f*ck you gon' go
When he made you his hoe
Now you switchin' in the pen
Through the glass talking to your mama, bitchin in the pen'
Ohh you snitchin' in the pen', your lawyer stuck you in the pen'
Nigga just stick you in the pen' (ohh)
My nigga ? doing 30
And I got gun that he did murder with, still dirty
And I heard from a little birdy, niggas wanna problems
Jump in my Impala *skirt*
You know I am with the Bullshit, ay
You know I am with the Bullshit
Niggas know I am with the Bullshit
You know I am with the Bullshit
Oh you pumpin' your motherf*cking cellphone huh?
You know I am with the Bullshit, ay
You know I am with the Bullshit
Niggas know I am with the Bullshit
You know I am with the Bullshit
Pull up, park the Camero like the El?
Only f*ck with Snoop, nigga f*ck you cousin Herr?
Plus I got the barrel on tuck, nigga what
First nigga jump up, first nigga f*cked up
I with the bullshit'
Jimmy Buttler in the ?cutlass
Hop out, get yo ass beaten, no mustard
Hood full of killers, cedar block, no busters
Say we gon' do it, but we ain't, don't trust us
Get your ass robbed out here
? nigga name Rob out here, with no job out here
We with the bullshit'
? by here, get smoked if ever slide by here
Nigga its Piru, I have ? like a commercial
? your hood, pass ? murk you
Nigga we still mad, dope boy kill ?
Blood this ain't no motherf*ckin' ?
You know I am with the Bullshit, ay
You know I am with the Bullshit
Niggas know I am with the Bullshit
You know I am with the Bullshit
40 days, 40 nights, if I ever lose a muthaf*ckin' fight
You in the pen', say good night
Get your ass strangled with the motherf*ckin'?
I am with the bullshit'
Save your motherf*ckin' tears
You bunk down with the nigga that ain't had pussy in years
He with the bullshit'
F*ck you gon' go, nigga where the f*ck you gon' go
When he made you his hoe
Now you switchin' in the pen
Through the glass talking to your mama, bitchin in the pen'
Ohh you snitchin' in the pen', your lawyer stuck you in the pen'
Nigga just stick you in the pen' (ohh)
My nigga ? doing 30
And I got gun that he did murder with, still dirty
And I heard from a little birdy, niggas wanna problems
Jump in my Impala *skirt*
You know I am with the Bullshit, ay
You know I am with the Bullshit
Niggas know I am with the Bullshit
You know I am with the Bullshit
Can't Wait
I got a bitch named Soo
I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo
And the bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait till I can f*ck em' again, can't wait
My little bitch named Soo', that's my ?
She like to play hide and seek inside my coupe
When I pull up, she like to hop out the roof
And I put that on my hood, I love eveything that she do
She a cougar, she 38 I am 36
Bitch got body ?, yeah new dirty bitch
That bitch mean, always up in my jeans
And ?inhale fire, ain't no in between
She ride or die bitch, I swear, swear to God
If you walk around with her gon' feel like in ?
This bitch marry to the game
And I ? pocket full ?
We gon' get rich together, she's bi-sexual
We gon' f*ck a bitch together
Sixteen in the clip', she got her shit together
This shit is forever
I got a bitch named Soo
I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo
And the bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait till I can f*ck em' again, can't wait
My little bitch named Woo, she be trippin'
She ain't got no time be playin' with the niggas
She always runnin' off with her mouth
She get high, she can burn hole in the couch, uhh
She be killin' niggas when she dressed
That's why I always handle her with love ?
Unless I bout to ?
And just to get her jealous, thats when my ?
Both of them my bitches, yeah, both of them my bitches
Both of them my bitches, both of them my bitches
I let my enemies kiss her, I let my enemies kiss her
Then I hop up in the Benz' with em'
I don't give a f*ck that they twin sisters
I got a bitch named Soo
I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo
And the bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait till I can f*ck em' again, can't wait
I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo
And the bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait till I can f*ck em' again, can't wait
My little bitch named Soo', that's my ?
She like to play hide and seek inside my coupe
When I pull up, she like to hop out the roof
And I put that on my hood, I love eveything that she do
She a cougar, she 38 I am 36
Bitch got body ?, yeah new dirty bitch
That bitch mean, always up in my jeans
And ?inhale fire, ain't no in between
She ride or die bitch, I swear, swear to God
If you walk around with her gon' feel like in ?
This bitch marry to the game
And I ? pocket full ?
We gon' get rich together, she's bi-sexual
We gon' f*ck a bitch together
Sixteen in the clip', she got her shit together
This shit is forever
I got a bitch named Soo
I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo
And the bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait till I can f*ck em' again, can't wait
My little bitch named Woo, she be trippin'
She ain't got no time be playin' with the niggas
She always runnin' off with her mouth
She get high, she can burn hole in the couch, uhh
She be killin' niggas when she dressed
That's why I always handle her with love ?
Unless I bout to ?
And just to get her jealous, thats when my ?
Both of them my bitches, yeah, both of them my bitches
Both of them my bitches, both of them my bitches
I let my enemies kiss her, I let my enemies kiss her
Then I hop up in the Benz' with em'
I don't give a f*ck that they twin sisters
I got a bitch named Soo
I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo
And the bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can f*ck em' again
Can't wait till I can f*ck em' again, can't wait
Gang Signs
[Hook:]
When the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
[Verse 1:]
Dear God, I now know what I've done
Through my thoughts and my actions
And the things that I've said
Sometimes by mistake and sometimes on purpose, Amen
Got my mind on this murder, and promise so ganged up
Got a black Mac 11 and it hit like a Mac truck
Product of bad luck, play it out on that movie screen
And to scope with some killers, almost die for moving green
My mama a fella, my daddy so long gone
My grandmama died at 18, left me all alone
All I got is my guns, bandanas and weed
Leave me with 2 dead brothers, my enemies gon' bleed
I'm messed up, suicidal, rest in peace to Hayes
Wasn't no killers where my niggas seen some better days
That California have you stressed out, a million ways to die
Gotta pull that vest out
[Hook:]
Cause when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
[Verse 2:]
F*ck niggas gon' die, speaking homicide
Laid out in the street, let his mama cry
White chalk, black streets
Red rack, coke killer, watch 'em leak
Black on black crimes
Killing our own brothers
But what the f*ck can we do
When you got on the wrong colours?
Take a breath, inhale, let it go, lights off
Have a problem, hit the switch, lay it low
Soon as you walk out the crib, we gon' blast
Hit the 110 and now the one time on your ass
In 4 minutes, you thought that you got away with it
Thought that shit was a dream, let us pray
[Hook:]
Cause when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
Unfollow Me Bitch
Problem struck a match and the match went out
Car pool full of hoes (gotta laid ?)
You know I be lovin' them f*ckin
F*ck all the kissing and hugging
I am thugghing nigga its The Game in the house
Baby girl with the dominos, set up the table for the homie
Said go it 100, we hungry so order Domino
Sit on my lap, let me rub on your back
(Do what you want to) Don't you tell a nigga that
She trying keep the score, her girlfriend sleep on the floor
Off Ciroc and the party next door (its here)
We good ? if the homies can (get, get, get some)
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, you need a thug in your life
18 ?
Hood fly nigga with bread ?
Take it to the crib and get a Netflix on
Till she get me neck licks, where my necklace on
F*ckin' ? you bad girl
Them leggin' pants complement your ass girl
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa and ?
My nigga Game where you at, I heard you gotta ?
(In a bathroom nigga bout' to break bitch back)
Oowee, I wish I was you, I am bout' go to find our crew, what
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, you need a thug in your life
Car pool full of hoes (gotta laid ?)
You know I be lovin' them f*ckin
F*ck all the kissing and hugging
I am thugghing nigga its The Game in the house
Baby girl with the dominos, set up the table for the homie
Said go it 100, we hungry so order Domino
Sit on my lap, let me rub on your back
(Do what you want to) Don't you tell a nigga that
She trying keep the score, her girlfriend sleep on the floor
Off Ciroc and the party next door (its here)
We good ? if the homies can (get, get, get some)
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, you need a thug in your life
18 ?
Hood fly nigga with bread ?
Take it to the crib and get a Netflix on
Till she get me neck licks, where my necklace on
F*ckin' ? you bad girl
Them leggin' pants complement your ass girl
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa and ?
My nigga Game where you at, I heard you gotta ?
(In a bathroom nigga bout' to break bitch back)
Oowee, I wish I was you, I am bout' go to find our crew, what
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, you need a thug in your life
The Chronic
I let impala ass cray
One blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre
See what he got to say about The Chronic, The Chronic
We get money the fast way
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till last day
To see who got the deals on The Chronic, The Chronic
Compton California born and raised nigga
Remember all them days nigga
Chillin' with the homies, shooting dice, catch a faze nigga
Little niggas out here on this corner gettin' fade nigga
Did some shit, but we gon' take these secrets to the grave
I did it all nigga, run it from the law nigga
Life behind the bars nigga, and make collect calls nigga
Selling dope and gang banging, I was trying ball nigga
Everybody come up, and nobody wanna fall with us
Every night I had a dream I made it outta hood
They see these light and these cameras
And think we got it good
You either gang bang, rap or sell drugs nigga
Welcome to the hood nigga
I let impala ass cray
One blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre
See what he got to say about The Chronic, The Chronic
We get money the fast way
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till last day
To see who got the deals on The Chronic, The Chronic
Compton California since I was ?
? through the speakers, reminiscin about them old days
?
No Game, no K.Dot, hard love ain't even gotta name drop
? because I can't stop
Every time I hear a record when a base drop, bang
You shouldn't never came in this ?
You shouldn't never came
I am Compton ?
One time
Going crazy in these streets on the hood
Baller
You can
Promise me, one of the best
I let impala ass cray
One blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre
See what he got to say about The Chronic, The Chronic
We get money the fast way
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till last day
To see who got the deals on The Chronic, The Chronic
One blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre
See what he got to say about The Chronic, The Chronic
We get money the fast way
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till last day
To see who got the deals on The Chronic, The Chronic
Compton California born and raised nigga
Remember all them days nigga
Chillin' with the homies, shooting dice, catch a faze nigga
Little niggas out here on this corner gettin' fade nigga
Did some shit, but we gon' take these secrets to the grave
I did it all nigga, run it from the law nigga
Life behind the bars nigga, and make collect calls nigga
Selling dope and gang banging, I was trying ball nigga
Everybody come up, and nobody wanna fall with us
Every night I had a dream I made it outta hood
They see these light and these cameras
And think we got it good
You either gang bang, rap or sell drugs nigga
Welcome to the hood nigga
I let impala ass cray
One blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre
See what he got to say about The Chronic, The Chronic
We get money the fast way
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till last day
To see who got the deals on The Chronic, The Chronic
Compton California since I was ?
? through the speakers, reminiscin about them old days
?
No Game, no K.Dot, hard love ain't even gotta name drop
? because I can't stop
Every time I hear a record when a base drop, bang
You shouldn't never came in this ?
You shouldn't never came
I am Compton ?
One time
Going crazy in these streets on the hood
Baller
You can
Promise me, one of the best
I let impala ass cray
One blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre
See what he got to say about The Chronic, The Chronic
We get money the fast way
Get bitches the gassed face
Don't wait till last day
To see who got the deals on The Chronic, The Chronic
Like Me
7:46, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by 30 last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up the backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ magazine while I take a shit
Walk back to my room, wake up this bitch
Kickin' her out, dick in her mouth, that Compton shit, boi
I'm on that monster shit, boi
Chopper out the trunk, on some Compton shit, boi
I remember flipping dimes and shit
Putting five to them planes, that La Bamba shit
Dr Dre ain't got time for this, he wearing Beats
I got my ear to the ground, lil' nigga, I'm in these streets like
Streetlights and lead pipes, up in the projects
We gon' make it out but this shit is a slow process
Lean right, keep heat tight, don't ever digest
Hollow tips where your mind rest, you forgot
They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Wassup
I'm that nigga sold packs by the bungalows
Animal out here, my niggas in the jungles know
I'm cold like one below in Green Bay
Had the water on the block, to the fiends I was a stingray
I had a Z before I seen Jay
I had the West, I used to sling yay
But sometimes when tables turn like a DJ
Had them rocks and them bands like Green Day
I used to listen to, project pepto straps and sell crack
Used to smoke that Bobby Brown, f*ck rats and sit back
On my forte, was more yay, my enemies got gift-wrapped
The two nicks in two days
Got new fits and new Js
Thankful for my two Ks
My vision clear as Blu-ray
Kill your ass today
Knock the glue off your toupée
My guns like "hi", leave that shy shit to Lupe
Then chop the top off the coupe, doomsday
They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Cook crack nigga
Lakers lost by 30 last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up the backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ magazine while I take a shit
Walk back to my room, wake up this bitch
Kickin' her out, dick in her mouth, that Compton shit, boi
I'm on that monster shit, boi
Chopper out the trunk, on some Compton shit, boi
I remember flipping dimes and shit
Putting five to them planes, that La Bamba shit
Dr Dre ain't got time for this, he wearing Beats
I got my ear to the ground, lil' nigga, I'm in these streets like
Streetlights and lead pipes, up in the projects
We gon' make it out but this shit is a slow process
Lean right, keep heat tight, don't ever digest
Hollow tips where your mind rest, you forgot
They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Wassup
I'm that nigga sold packs by the bungalows
Animal out here, my niggas in the jungles know
I'm cold like one below in Green Bay
Had the water on the block, to the fiends I was a stingray
I had a Z before I seen Jay
I had the West, I used to sling yay
But sometimes when tables turn like a DJ
Had them rocks and them bands like Green Day
I used to listen to, project pepto straps and sell crack
Used to smoke that Bobby Brown, f*ck rats and sit back
On my forte, was more yay, my enemies got gift-wrapped
The two nicks in two days
Got new fits and new Js
Thankful for my two Ks
My vision clear as Blu-ray
Kill your ass today
Knock the glue off your toupée
My guns like "hi", leave that shy shit to Lupe
Then chop the top off the coupe, doomsday
They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Cook crack nigga
Death Row Chain
I was just a young nigga on the block
Just a young nigga on the block
Said I was just a young nigga on the block
Just another young nigga on the block
Suge signed Pac, it was good cause I f*ck with Dre
Straight out of Compton was a product of N.W.A
But shit everything change when Ice Cube went solo
Riding shotgun in my brother Fase Lolo
On my way to school, having shoot outs with the cholos
If it wasn't them, we getting jacked by the popo
In the tenth grade smoking weed on the low though
My momma ain't know though back of the class
With a Source magazine just flipping through the photos
F*ck with Reasonable Doubt but not when Pac was on the road though
In 1995 I started to bang
And I would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
Even though he was born on the East, Pac was accepted here
Especially rocking that chain with that electric chair
I set back and watched him, threw up the West side
As Suge, Pac, Snoop and Dre hit the cover of the Vibe
'96, it was on
I took a Death Row sticker then slapped it on the chrome
Riding down Rosecrans with my hand on the toast
Stuck at a light, bumping "2 of Amerikaz Most"
I used to spray it on a locker, a nigga run up
I yell, "Death Row!" and sock him and I kept a gun tucked
Selling weed with my nigga Sonic
All we used to listen to was Doggystyle, All Eyez on Me and The Chronic
Then a couple Long Beach niggas changed the game
Daz and Kurupt, nigga, f*ck O-Dog and Caine
But when Dr. Dre left, shit wasn't the same
And I would've did anything for that nigga Death Row chain
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
Dre started Aftermath and found Em
Eazy-E died from AIDS but why him?
Snoop signed to P, Suge signed Left Eye
Death Row fell apart, what happened to the West side?
I used to smoke and just sit in the truck
I was forced to bang Biggie and Puff
I was mad at niggas, felt Death Row ain't give us enough
And for that we ain't giving a f*ck
The whole coast split it up, now Dre in New York working with Nas
And Pac stomping niggas out inside the mirage
I saw it on the news and I knew it was on
They say the look on Pac face, nigga knew he was wrong
Knew he was gone, stomp the nigga two minutes long
Know I'm repping West side, putting you in the song, damn
2Pac got smoked by Baby Lane
And both of them niggas dead over a f*cking Death Row chain
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
A nigga would do anything for one of them Death Row chains
For The Homies
Say I wake up in the morning
Spark one for the homies
They dead and gone, but I
To memory, my nigga
To memory, my nigga
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
No fraud nigga, I miss you
Your momma still wish she could kiss you
I talked to all the homies
Yeah, all the homies
Swear today we wish we were with you
I remember when I first rolled up
Seen you laid out there on Rolls Cranz
It was Cedar Block and if you read about us
We was throwing that shit up with both hands
Make me wanna hop back in that old van
Take an old E and sip the whole can
But I'm out here with your brother and your pops
All night, my nigga, I ain't got no plans
Your mom's out here having a fit
Big frog and the truck niggas sick
All the homies no the block getting lit
Putting everything they can into a clip
Yeah, to the street, it wasn't even Crips
Just some homies trying to blame a bitch
Cause he was riding on sky today
Wrong time, wrong place, f*cked up shit
But your funeral ain't nothing but love
Look around, it ain't nothing but Bloods
And let me tell you what a bitch nigga did:
Took a daddy away from seven kids
Say I wake up in the morning
Spark one for the homies
They dead and gone, but I
To memory, my nigga
To memory, my nigga
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
They dead and gone, but I
...Still riding around the city looking for an enemy
Still riding around the city thinking about all the memories
Thinking back like God damn, all them niggas
Really really livin me
Wishing I knew what I knew now
Half them niggas wouldn't have been next to me
Nowadays, ain't too many niggas next to me
None of these bitches getting next me
I seen what it did to a good friend
That was God trying to lecture me
That was God trying to open me
That's when God got close to me
I went through the fire, went through the pain
Now it's all hope for me
Now it's Designer, ain't no [?] they go show for me
My haters is mad, oh you know, they don't go for me
They wish I was gone, they wish in the song
Somebody wrote for me
But I got the gold in me
I got the truth in me
Say I wake up in the morning
Spark one for the homies
They dead and gone, but I
To memory, my nigga
To memory, my nigga
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Spark one for the homies
They dead and gone, but I
To memory, my nigga
To memory, my nigga
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
No fraud nigga, I miss you
Your momma still wish she could kiss you
I talked to all the homies
Yeah, all the homies
Swear today we wish we were with you
I remember when I first rolled up
Seen you laid out there on Rolls Cranz
It was Cedar Block and if you read about us
We was throwing that shit up with both hands
Make me wanna hop back in that old van
Take an old E and sip the whole can
But I'm out here with your brother and your pops
All night, my nigga, I ain't got no plans
Your mom's out here having a fit
Big frog and the truck niggas sick
All the homies no the block getting lit
Putting everything they can into a clip
Yeah, to the street, it wasn't even Crips
Just some homies trying to blame a bitch
Cause he was riding on sky today
Wrong time, wrong place, f*cked up shit
But your funeral ain't nothing but love
Look around, it ain't nothing but Bloods
And let me tell you what a bitch nigga did:
Took a daddy away from seven kids
Say I wake up in the morning
Spark one for the homies
They dead and gone, but I
To memory, my nigga
To memory, my nigga
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
They dead and gone, but I
...Still riding around the city looking for an enemy
Still riding around the city thinking about all the memories
Thinking back like God damn, all them niggas
Really really livin me
Wishing I knew what I knew now
Half them niggas wouldn't have been next to me
Nowadays, ain't too many niggas next to me
None of these bitches getting next me
I seen what it did to a good friend
That was God trying to lecture me
That was God trying to open me
That's when God got close to me
I went through the fire, went through the pain
Now it's all hope for me
Now it's Designer, ain't no [?] they go show for me
My haters is mad, oh you know, they don't go for me
They wish I was gone, they wish in the song
Somebody wrote for me
But I got the gold in me
I got the truth in me
Say I wake up in the morning
Spark one for the homies
They dead and gone, but I
To memory, my nigga
To memory, my nigga
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
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