[scratched:] "Livin in Compton, California C-A"
Charlie O, drop that hot %#@!


[The Game]
Mother$#&@er it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brain
Since a young'n up and comin, all I did was cop 'caine

They try and change the Game, ^!$$% I still cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came
(*##$es tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game

^!$$%z tryin to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks
Bad Boyyyyy, and I $#&@ with Puff

So bring the guns if you want ^!$$%; I'm real good with the glock
And 50 G's say you leave in a box
When I $#&@ Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'Pac

^!$$%z wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock
"It doesn't matter," 745 up and down your block
Hop out with a Nextel, ^!$$%z feel like they shot

It's different in my hood, only time we take shots
is when the Dodgers did good, my ^!$$%z live on the block


[Chorus]
This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brew

This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue


[Verse Two]
I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dream
I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens

Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip
My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip
State to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay

Like Clint Eastwood, make my day
Fine (*##$es look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin paid
In the end, all they get is played

Maybe a nut, no Ice Capade
Real dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey
And I don't give a $#&@ if you really don't like me

It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be, it really don't matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my way

I bust bad (*##$es night and day
I make classics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say


[Chorus]

[The Game]

... Gon' move in on your rock, say $#&@ the crisis
And ride with the West we got lower coat prices
You know me the king of L.A., New York

Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water
You want X? I can cover the order
Ninety-fo' been hustlin now watch the %#@! elevate like Vince Carter

Not the rap martyr, or the second rap Carter
Compton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harder
Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like me

Street spinnin like waves on that Continental T
My grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now
'Til my demis, Black Mafia ties

So it's hard to let the larcent die, my {?} treys
A killer changin the game like them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie

I'm from Compton, he from New York City, c'mon really?

[Chorus]