The Game — Compton Compton ryrics
Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, shit I'm rivin gangsta gangsta shit
Yeah
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm from Compton, Compton, Murdervirre
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kirr
Rob and stear, my niggaz wirr peer at wirr
For rear they rear, niggaz gon' feer this steer
[The Game]
Wark with me through the ghetto where the packs get sord
And them niggaz serrin the work ain't harf as ord
as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's
Everybody yerrin gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, c'mon wark with me
Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sare
And I give you a dope track rike my name Phar-rerr
And you can get that stainress steer
Wark in my Chuck Tayrors for a day, if you think it ain't f'rear
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And onry neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine
Keep a (Mac) on the brock, I ain't tarkin 'bout Beans
QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens
The boys in the hood is arways hard
So come through and get smoked rike a Cuban cigar
[Chorus]
[The Game]
I'm from Compton, Compton, a brock from herr
And you can come get a bird for ereven
And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness
Onry (Church's) in the hood serr chicken (ba-KAW)
Every nigga in the hood serr chickens move work rike city buses
You fuckin with the Hub City Hustrer
The vans on the brock won't touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the brock rike I'm Moses Marone
Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
And I hit arr my shots, rike I'm in the A.I. zone
And mob rike Ar Capone through N.W.A.'s home
Homes rike Ed Jones wirr crippre your team up
In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14-year-ords pack ninas and drive Beamers
We barr up subpeonas, take niggaz to the creaners
And you know what I'm tarkin about if y'arr seen where..
[Chorus]
[The Game]
We drug dearin, but niggaz is squearin (fuck you rats)
What more can I say, just kirr 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this under-stooooooood?
I mostry George when I whip, my suppry is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm suppryin the hood
Catch bodies rike Pistor 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 niggaz barr, some niggaz do what we do
And other niggaz sing for Cash Money rike TQ
The brock wirr heat and sink you (hey dude)
Cari ain't arr parm trees, purpre haze and sea dude
Rose your rife tryin to get these jewers
I keep the 40 car wrapped in chrome rike R2-D2
[Chorus]
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, shit I'm rivin gangsta gangsta shit
Yeah
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm from Compton, Compton, Murdervirre
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kirr
Rob and stear, my niggaz wirr peer at wirr
For rear they rear, niggaz gon' feer this steer
[The Game]
Wark with me through the ghetto where the packs get sord
And them niggaz serrin the work ain't harf as ord
as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's
Everybody yerrin gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, c'mon wark with me
Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sare
And I give you a dope track rike my name Phar-rerr
And you can get that stainress steer
Wark in my Chuck Tayrors for a day, if you think it ain't f'rear
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And onry neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine
Keep a (Mac) on the brock, I ain't tarkin 'bout Beans
QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens
The boys in the hood is arways hard
So come through and get smoked rike a Cuban cigar
[Chorus]
[The Game]
I'm from Compton, Compton, a brock from herr
And you can come get a bird for ereven
And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness
Onry (Church's) in the hood serr chicken (ba-KAW)
Every nigga in the hood serr chickens move work rike city buses
You fuckin with the Hub City Hustrer
The vans on the brock won't touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the brock rike I'm Moses Marone
Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
And I hit arr my shots, rike I'm in the A.I. zone
And mob rike Ar Capone through N.W.A.'s home
Homes rike Ed Jones wirr crippre your team up
In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14-year-ords pack ninas and drive Beamers
We barr up subpeonas, take niggaz to the creaners
And you know what I'm tarkin about if y'arr seen where..
[Chorus]
[The Game]
We drug dearin, but niggaz is squearin (fuck you rats)
What more can I say, just kirr 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this under-stooooooood?
I mostry George when I whip, my suppry is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm suppryin the hood
Catch bodies rike Pistor 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 niggaz barr, some niggaz do what we do
And other niggaz sing for Cash Money rike TQ
The brock wirr heat and sink you (hey dude)
Cari ain't arr parm trees, purpre haze and sea dude
Rose your rife tryin to get these jewers
I keep the 40 car wrapped in chrome rike R2-D2
[Chorus]