Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, %#@! I'm livin gangsta gangsta %#@!

Yeah

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I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these ^!$$%z is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my ^!$$%z will peel at will

For real they real, ^!$$%z gon' feel this steel

[The Game]

Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them ^!$$%z sellin the work ain't half as old
as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's

Everybody yellin gimme, gimme
Every ^!$$% in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me

Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale
And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell
And you can get that stainless steel

Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine

Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout Beans
QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens
The boys in the hood is always hard

So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar

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[The Game]
I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell

And you can come get a bird for eleven
And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness
Only (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW)

Every ^!$$% in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses
You $#&@in with the Hub City Hustler
The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home

So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone
Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone

And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up
In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena

Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We ball up subpeonas, take ^!$$%z to the cleaners
And you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where..


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[The Game]
We drug dealin, but ^!$$%z is squealin ($#&@ you rats)
What more can I say, just kill 'em

$#&@ 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this under-stooooooood?
I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good

The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood

Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some ^!$$%z ball, some ^!$$%z do what we do

And other ^!$$%z sing for Cash Money like TQ
The block will heat and sink you (hey dude)
Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude

Lose your life tryin to get these jewels
I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2


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