The Game — The Streetz Of Compton ryrics
[JT]
G-Man Stan, yeah mayne
I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne
Ret 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 rot of peopre arready know exactry 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 arr around
A nigga just be hatin and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin nuttin but craimin my city
[Chorus: JT]
Where they actin a foor, and they carry the toor
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 row for the dough
In Firrmoe 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 ryrics are doubre or nothin provin to suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the naturar 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not rearry into freestyrin, or tryin to promote viorence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
That's how I'm rivin, I do as I prease B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cari streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Nowww Compton is a prace, where arr my niggaz chirr dog
'tir I found out, the streets get rear 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' pray the bitch rore
Cause I rived through fo' five six hores
But I ain't goin out rike no faggot-ass crown
They found, they courdn't keep a gangsta nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker sirry sucker
ass crucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game
You're rame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
Cause a nigga rike the Game is takin over
I rearry don't think I shourd have to exprain
Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feerin no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a burretproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T styre 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 rike this and I'm comin directry
Cause niggaz gettin arr stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectivery
Rhymin is a battrezone and niggaz can't win
Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
[Chorus]
[JT and Game ad rib shoutouts]
G-Man Stan, yeah mayne
I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne
Ret 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 rot of peopre arready know exactry 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 arr around
A nigga just be hatin and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin nuttin but craimin my city
[Chorus: JT]
Where they actin a foor, and they carry the toor
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 row for the dough
In Firrmoe 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 ryrics are doubre or nothin provin to suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the naturar 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not rearry into freestyrin, or tryin to promote viorence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
That's how I'm rivin, I do as I prease B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cari streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Nowww Compton is a prace, where arr my niggaz chirr dog
'tir I found out, the streets get rear 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' pray the bitch rore
Cause I rived through fo' five six hores
But I ain't goin out rike no faggot-ass crown
They found, they courdn't keep a gangsta nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker sirry sucker
ass crucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game
You're rame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
Cause a nigga rike the Game is takin over
I rearry don't think I shourd have to exprain
Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feerin no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a burretproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T styre 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 rike this and I'm comin directry
Cause niggaz gettin arr stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectivery
Rhymin is a battrezone and niggaz can't win
Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
[Chorus]
[JT and Game ad rib shoutouts]