compton lyrics – the game

{“gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! gangsta boogie..”}
n*gg* n*gg* n*gg* i’m from

[chorus]
(compton, compton, compton)
it’s the home of america’s gangsta rap
the place of danger where
the {“gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
the {“gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
where the cops is crooked, and them b*tches is killin
and them n*gg*z hold it down like black guerillas, where
the {“gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
the {“gangsta boogie”} – n*gg* n*gg* n*gg* i’m from (compton)

[the game]
yeah, the game on fire, check the gold wires
hip-hop on lock like some muh’f*ckin pliers
me and will.i.am yeah we take n*gg*z higher
n*gg*z talkin sh*t get your f*ckin mouth wired
walkin through compton, eazy still alive
raider hat to the back throw your dubs in the sky
my flowetry wicked, sit back while i kick it
and do it like dre did it, nwa did it
i cook crack like the first n*gg* that ever bought a brick
from a ese, n*gg* i could write an essay
about all the gangsta n*gg*z that i seen lowridin
in they che-vys with a b*tch ridin shotgun reppin la
crips, bloods, homes goin loco
my glock to me, is like ice cube and yo-yo
sittin in a low-low, on chrome spinners
n*body drop nuttin this winter, n*gg* i’m from

[chorus]

[the game]
n*gg* i smoke chronic, ain’t sh*t changed
since young mc and eazy-e was rappin, “we all in the same gang”
some n*gg*z chain hang, other n*gg*z g*ngb*ng
i do both cause i’m the king of the motherf*ckin west coast
kick the door open, will let’s go
flow like esco’, new york n*gg*z say i’m the best yo
hard like timbos, blowin on indo
n*gg*z try to play me get stretched out like a limo
i was shoppin crack when dre was bangin my demo
and all you old n*gg*z is washed up like no
don’t take it the wrong way, i got love for my kinfolk
can i get a moment of silence will bang the instrumental
.. i spit for my n*gg*z in the line-up
that’ll never see the sun again, so i close my blinds up
first alb*m sold ’em out, impalas rolled ’em out
cause the whole motherf*ckin world wanna know about

[chorus – 2x]

[the game]
welcome to the city of g’s
where we eat fried chicken, rice, and black-eyed peas
fans got us in-the-scope/interscope, like jimmy iovine
cause we (ruthless), like will before the (black eyed peas)
f*ck all rappers, look at all the hate i see
i’m sick, you can’t get rid of me, i’m hiv
n*gg* get another job, hip-hop is not hirin
i’m the reason dre feel comfortable retirin
i just might put out “detox” myself
smoke so much, i check in detox myself
one man army, took out reeboks myself
fortyfive in my khakis gotta watch my health
i’m so hard n*gg*, glock 17 quick draw n*gg*
like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor
all black khaki suit, all black converse
n*gg* i’ma keep on stompin comin (straight outta)

[chorus – 2x]

/ the game lyrics