Streetz Of Compton Lyrics - West Coast Resurrection - Game

(JT) 

G-Man Stan, yeah mayne 

I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne 

Let me get on down here to the C-P-T 

Better known as Compton mayne 

Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean? 

Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin? 

This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne 

Y'knahmean? Yarra 

(The Game) 

Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game 

I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same 

A lot of people already know exactly where it's at 

Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack 

(Compton!) Yeah that's the name of my hometown 

I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all around 

A nigga just be hatin and shit, that's a pity 

But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city 

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(JT) 

Where they actin a fool, and they carry the tool 

Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton 

Where I found The Game, he was stackin his change 

to maintain in the streets of Compton 

Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough 

In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton 

Now we stackin the bread, never run from the feds 

They shed treads in the streets of Compton 

(The Game) 

See my lyrics are double or nothin provin to suckers I can throw 'em 

Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go 

Not really into freestylin, or tryin to promote violence 

But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so 

That's how I'm livin, I do as I please B 

A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets 

And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin 

If you're born and raised in Compton 

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(The Game) 

Nowww Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog 

'til I found out, the streets get real dog 

'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die 

Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five 

They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role 

Cause I lived through fo' five six holes 

But I ain't goin out like no faggot-ass clown 

They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down 

So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker 

ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G. 

Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game 

You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same 

Cause a nigga like the Game is takin over 

I really don't think I should have to explain 

Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover 

And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain 

Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest 

Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest 

A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin to impress 

My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest 

I'm comin like this and I'm comin directly 

Cause niggaz gettin all stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectively 

Rhymin is a battlezone and niggaz can't win 

Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N 

(JT and Game ad lib shoutouts)