Lirik Lagu Compton Compton - The Game
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Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeahUhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeahUhh, uhh, shit I'm livin gangsta gangsta shitYeah
[Chorus: repeat 2X]I'm from Compton, Compton, MurdervilleYou heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they killRob and steal, my niggaz will peel at willFor real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
[The Game]Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get soldAnd them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as oldas the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60'sEverybody yellin gimme, gimmeEvery nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmyOther hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with meEvery ten houses, one got 'caine for saleAnd I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rellAnd you can get that stainless steelWalk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'realWhen I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ringAnd only neighborhood watch is my Tecno MarineKeep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout BeansQB in the hood and I'm far from QueensThe boys in the hood is always hardSo come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar
[Chorus]
[The Game]I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hellAnd you can come get a bird for elevenAnd we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witnessOnly (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW)Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city busesYou fuckin with the Hub City HustlerThe vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my homeSo I move weight on the block like I'm Moses MaloneBring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chromeAnd I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zoneAnd mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s homeHomes like Ed Jones will cripple your team upIn the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and SerenaWhere 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive BeamersWe ball up subpeonas, take niggaz to the cleanersAnd you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where..
[Chorus]
[The Game]We drug dealin, but niggaz is squealin (fuck you rats)What more can I say, just kill 'emFuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on woodNow is this under-stooooooood?I mostly George when I whip, my supply is goodThe man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hoodCatch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the woodBenz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hoodTop work by the inch, I bag it, it's goneAsk Quik, we rock more than microphonesSome niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we doAnd other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQThe block will heat and sink you (hey dude)Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dudeLose your life tryin to get these jewelsI keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2
[Chorus]
[Chorus: repeat 2X]I'm from Compton, Compton, MurdervilleYou heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they killRob and steal, my niggaz will peel at willFor real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
[The Game]Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get soldAnd them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as oldas the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60'sEverybody yellin gimme, gimmeEvery nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmyOther hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with meEvery ten houses, one got 'caine for saleAnd I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rellAnd you can get that stainless steelWalk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'realWhen I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ringAnd only neighborhood watch is my Tecno MarineKeep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout BeansQB in the hood and I'm far from QueensThe boys in the hood is always hardSo come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar
[Chorus]
[The Game]I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hellAnd you can come get a bird for elevenAnd we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witnessOnly (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW)Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city busesYou fuckin with the Hub City HustlerThe vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my homeSo I move weight on the block like I'm Moses MaloneBring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chromeAnd I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zoneAnd mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s homeHomes like Ed Jones will cripple your team upIn the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and SerenaWhere 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive BeamersWe ball up subpeonas, take niggaz to the cleanersAnd you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where..
[Chorus]
[The Game]We drug dealin, but niggaz is squealin (fuck you rats)What more can I say, just kill 'emFuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on woodNow is this under-stooooooood?I mostly George when I whip, my supply is goodThe man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hoodCatch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the woodBenz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hoodTop work by the inch, I bag it, it's goneAsk Quik, we rock more than microphonesSome niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we doAnd other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQThe block will heat and sink you (hey dude)Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dudeLose your life tryin to get these jewelsI keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2
[Chorus]
