Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Compton Compton (studio), artist - The Game. Date of issue: 12.11.2006
Song language: English
Compton Compton (studio) |
| Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah |
| Uhh, uhh, it’s gangsta gangsta yeah |
| Uhh, uhh, shit I’m livin gangsta gangsta shit |
| Yeah |
| I’m from Compton, Compton, Murderville |
| You heard these niggas is gangsters, and they kill |
| Rob and steal, my niggas will peel at will |
| For real they real, niggas gon' feel this steel |
| Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold |
| And them niggas sellin the work ain’t half as old |
| As the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's |
| Everybody yellin gimme, gimme |
| Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy |
| Other hand grip the semi, c’mon walk with me |
| Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale |
| And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell |
| And you can get that stainless steel |
| Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain’t f’real |
| When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring |
| And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine |
| Keep a +Mac+ on the block, I ain’t talkin 'bout Beans |
| QB in the hood and I’m far from Queens |
| The boys in the hood is always hard |
| So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar |
| I’m from Compton, Compton, a block from hell |
| And you can come get a bird for eleven |
| And we ain’t got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness |
| Only +Church's+ in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW) |
| Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses |
| You fuckin with the Hub City Hustler |
| The vans on the block won’t touch us, the streets my home |
| So I move weight on the block like I’m Moses Malone |
| Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome |
| And I hit all my shots, like I’m in the A.I. |
| zone |
| And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home |
| Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up |
| In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena |
| Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers |
| We ball up subpeonas, take niggas to the cleaners |
| And you know what I’m talkin about if y’all seen where. |
| We drug dealin, but niggas is squealin (fuck you rats) |
| What more can I say, just kill 'em |
| Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood |
| Now is this under-stooooooood? |
| I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good |
| The man behind the bricks, I’m supplyin the hood |
| Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood |
| Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood |
| Top work by the inch, I bag it, it’s gone |
| Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones |
| Some niggas ball, some niggas do what we do |
| And other niggas sing for Cash Money like TQ |
| The block will heat and sink you (hey dude) |
| Cali ain’t all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude |
| Lose your life tryin to get these jewels |
| I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2 |