Lyrics Compton Story - DJ Haze, The Game

Compton Story

uncle chucky!
would you read us a bed time story please ha please?
alright!
you kids get to bed and ill get the storybook!
yall thuged in?
(yes)
here we go!!!
slammed the impala door, hoped out what do ya see?
some niggas on the fends looking at me
I had fat red laces in my adidas
big chain around my neck like mardi gras
so I steped up to em, is there a problem here?
1 nigga lift up his shirt, and yells out;
yeh
so I turned around quickly and I jumped in my car!
I was about 2 hit the switch, then I thought like;
nah
so I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit!
it was a chroom 45, with the comfort grip!
stuffed it inside my dicky"s, as i jumped out the car
keeped my hand on the trigger, as i walked to the store.
1 nigga walks in and here comes 2!
i shot!
are you creazy fool?
one nigga hit the ground, and the other 2 scramed!
now the cops are outside!
well i"ll be damned!
it was 7.15 on my rolex watch,
and i cant do the time that my rolex got.
and like the hands on the clock, i went this way that way,
ran around the corner, and thats where i trew my gat away
an impala passes;
its my homeboy clyde!
he gave me the hand signal, so i jumped in his ride!
it was a clean 64, original inside, with no key in the ignition
where did you get this clyde?
never mind, im out, its a stolen whip
and im already running from the cops and shit!
so i hopped out the car like the DUKE"S OF HASSARD!
then clyde yells out;
(you stupid basterd)
starded running tru traffic, and i almost got hit!
i lost 1 of my shoes, its my airforce!
shit!
im hoppin down the street with one shoe on
walked straight in to some niggas with all blue on!
i only ran 30 blocks, how i end up in long beach
couse in california the gangs and army"s
he see my red string, so he pungedly cought me, then i knocked his ass out,
and took this boy out his barkleys!
i aint seen these sinds 92
im feeling like a bad boy without the shiny suit
here the cops come (shit)!
so i dashed behind a honda
and look who"s here;
my baby moma, spraying rhonda!
in the car kissing, with this dope dealer chris, while little did he know,
he was sucking my dick!
i starded banging on the window
i dont mean to disterp
but chris can you drop me of downtown on 3th?
he said;
whell sure, whatup game hop in!
he was bangin slick rick, then i got an idea!
before we get to 3th drop me of right here!
so i can walk inside the mall, and got some new gear
as i walked in the store, they could see i was in a rush
so they brought me some jeans, a t shirt, some fresh chucks!
walked out the store, looked left ooh no!
ran back in the store, here comes the 5−0
so i ran real quick, made a move to the back
cold knocked this cute bitch in to a polo rack!
jumped over her, and fled to the backdoor
kicked the shit open, you won"t believe who i saw!
its that nigga chris in handcuffs, pointing at me!
and the cops made chase, before they let chris free
one cop tryed to grab me, and the other one missed
i got away one more time, and they both got pissed
full speed out the mall spotted this blue coupe
doggpound on the plates
that gots to be SNOOP!
so i ran up on the car, wen i say;
yoh SNOOP!
the cops got me on the run, need a ride nephew
hell yer big snoop little homie hop in
dropped me of in
compton
and thats were my story ends
now this aint funny, so dont you dare laugh
just a nother story about the wrong path
had a long day, so i re climbed my seat
it was a twenty minute ride to the
CPT
walked straight up to the house, pulled out my key
opened the door, its my girl playing
BIZ MARKIE!
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