| I wake up in the morning chilling with my feet up
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| Looking on my Instagram for pussy to beat up
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| Hey, Sap turn that beat up, hey nigga roll that weed up
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| Riding through the hood top down trowing that B up
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| Turn that YG up, cause niggas fed up
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| Niggas get murdered in my city not keeping their head up
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| I’m talking Bloods, Crips and shit
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| Bodies twisting like licorice
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| Watch when that pistol lit, niggas hit the fence
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| Cowards, ducking in them lead showers
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| Couple of niggas be snitching, pointing like Watts towers
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| That’s how niggas get locked up
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| 40 Glocc tough? |
| what?
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| That nigga got socked up
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| And he suing me for four point five
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| Let me see, move the decimal
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| Once to the right, that’s a forty five
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| Glock at the light, now you a vegetable
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| Tell 'em niggas where I’m from … you heard
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| Stat tell em niggas where I’m from
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| AR tell em niggas where I’m from … Esco
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| Dre, tell em niggas where I’m from
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| The city of money, power and tears
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| Overdoses, nightmares, yeah
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| Can’t walk around here keep talking around here guns spark around here
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| Yeah
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| Atlanta nigga, my nigga raised round J’s, ran plays
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| Throwing up trey’s, my dogs squeeze triggers
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| Dreaming on what we be when we bigger
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| Firm Biz delivered
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| Haters shiver, they see us
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| Sedans filled with divas
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| Sniffing Justin Bieber
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| We staying in the game
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| You lames’s in the bleachers
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| Luxury vehicles with all the latest features
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| The preachers can’t reach us
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| Smoking kush on the beaches, no reception
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| It’s a blessing ever since recession just progression
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| Bank account stretching, models in my section
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| As I stare at my reflection, boss nigga
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| These bitches love my complexion, they ain’t just talk nigga
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| Huh
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| Crack in the pot let it bubble on the block
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| Watch it double so we can huddle and ball with the Roc
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| Got niggas from, Watson, S.W.A.T.'s and niggas from Harlem
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| But my niggas from Compton it’s a problem
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| Firm Biz
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| (Stat Quo: Yeah) Tell 'em niggas where I’m from … you heard
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| Stat tell em niggas where I’m from (Stat Quo: DT)
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| Hey ya’ll tell em niggas where I’m from … Esco
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| Drake, tell em niggas where I’m from
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| The city of money, power and tears
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| Overdoses, nightmares, yeah
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| Can’t walk around here keep talking around here guns spark around here
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| Yeah
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| I swear these niggas lame my nigga
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| You a iPhone 5c nigga
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| You understand that?
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| You the nigga that got the Turquoise back
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| Your pull that shit out, niggas’ll slapping you off real
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| Straight molly-whopping you dog, you’re not welcome
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| IPhone 5c ass nigga
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| You thought you was just gonna cut the corner and pay 99 to shine
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| We don’t fuck with you nigga
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| Half price ass bitch ass soft ass lame ass nigga
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| You understand me?
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Compton , by - The Game. Song from the album OKE - Deluxe Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп