The Game

Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, its gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, shit Im livin gangsta gangsta shit
Yeah
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Im from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon feel this steel
[The Game]
Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them niggaz sellin the work aint half as old
as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60s
Everybody yellin gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, cmon 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 aint freal
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine
Keep a (Mac) on the block, I aint talkin bout Beans
QB in the hood and Im far from Queens
The boys in the hood is always hard
So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Im from Compton, Compton, a block from hell
And you can come get a bird for eleven
And we aint got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness
Only (Churchs) 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 wont touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the block like Im Moses Malone
Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
And I hit all my shots, like Im 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 niggaz to the cleaners
And you know what Im talkin about if yall seen where..
[Chorus]
[The Game]
We drug dealin, but niggaz 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, Im 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, its gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do
And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ
The block will heat and sink you (hey dude)
Cali aint 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
[Chorus]
[ Compton Compton Lyrics ]