[JT]
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G-Man Stan, yeah mayne
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I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne
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Let me get on down here to the C-P-T
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Better known as Compton mayne
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Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean?
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Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin?
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This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne
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Y'knahmean? Yarra
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[The Game]
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Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
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I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
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A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
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Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack
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(Compton!) Yeah that's the name of my hometown
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I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all around
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A nigga just be hatin and shit, that's a pity
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But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city
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[Chorus: JT]
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Where they actin a fool, and they carry the tool
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Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
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Where I found The Game, he was stackin his change
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to maintain in the streets of Compton
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Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
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In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
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Now we stackin the bread, never run from the feds
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They shed treads in the streets of Compton
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[The Game]
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See my lyrics are double or nothin provin to suckers I can throw 'em
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Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
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Not really into freestylin, or tryin to promote violence
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But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
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That's how I'm livin, I do as I please B
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A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets
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And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin
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If you're born and raised in Compton
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[Chorus]
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[The Game]
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Nowww Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog
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'til I found out, the streets get real dog
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'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die
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Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
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They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
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Cause I lived through fo' five six holes
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But I ain't goin out like no faggot-ass clown
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They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down
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So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
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ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y.G.
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Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game
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You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
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Cause a nigga like the Game is takin over
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I really don't think I should have to explain
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Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
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And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain
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Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
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Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
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A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin to impress
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My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
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I'm comin like this and I'm comin directly
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Cause niggaz gettin all stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectively
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Rhymin is a battlezone and niggaz can't win
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Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
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[Chorus]
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[JT and Game ad lib shoutouts]
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The Streetz Of Compton
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| The Game |
