Lyrics:
Compton God, watch 'em jump over cop cars
Yeah, I grew up to N.W.A., nigga
And my grannies whipping yay-yay, nigga
Come on, don't trip, homie
Ice grew
bitches that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
Back when my
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 the hometown
I'm throwing down in
3 1 0 all day aye
4 2 4 don't play
It's that's that claw shit... compton l.a. and watts... you know
(niggas start trippin' that nervous grabbin'
shorts you know what I'm sayin'
Compton meets the motherfuckin' bay town nigga
So step the fuck off this you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga spice get
compte, c'est rigolo !
Comptons ensemble, c'est rigolo !
Les additions, c'est rigolo,
Le monde des maths, c'est rigolo !
J'ajoute, je compte, c'est rigolo
called, you ready
Well, I'll let you tell it, straight out of compton, smooth motherfucker named GQ
I'm built from the ground up, my nigga what about you,
We're far from good, not good from far
Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"
Drink my
the angel Gabriel y'all
Who we coming for
And I'm so broke–I look back like
Damn was I on crack?
Compton, yeah, Compton, yeah
Down under climax (JAY-Z) down
the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come
Out of Compton
Comp-ton, Comp-ton, Comp-ton, Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's
Real muthaphuckkin G's
Real muthaphuckkin G's
Real muthaphuckkin G's
Hey yo
Comp-ton, Comp-ton, Comp-ton, Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's
Real muthaphuckkin G's
Real muthaphuckkin G's
Real muthaphuckkin G's
Hey yo
the city of Compton
We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
made me Rich
[Chorus]
Where you from? California
What city? Compton
What you drive? Impala
What you smokin' on? Chronic
What you drinkin' on?
bout you bustas
[chorus]
[b.g. knocc out] nigga it's compton everyday allday
[dresta] you marks can't fuck with the nigga named dre
[b.g. knocc out]
streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay
"Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."
"FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"
"100 miles to their home base, Compton."
Lend me
streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay
Geah
We in the muthafuckin house for the 94
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Geah
Mc eiht and dj slip in the muthafuckin house
Uh, compton in
a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm
like Tony, Toni, Tone!
Aventador to the corner store
I whip this hard
Compton God, watch em jump over cop cars
Yeah, I grew up to NWA, nigga
And my
Yeah
I still be ridin' through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin' like we should
I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force One's
In Cashville, but Compton is
Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch
She graduated when Notorious B.I.G.
Some time in the 90s when I came up on the scene
Compton, California yeah that city’s in my genes
Never did I gang bang man that life is not for me
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