Streets of Compton - Remastered

G-Man Stan, yeah mayne

I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne

Let me get on down here to the C-P-T

Better known as Compton mayne

To get my young homie the Game, y'knahmean?

Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin?

It's two-thousand-and-two, we gon' see what it do mayne

Y'knahmean? Yara!

Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game

I come from the Hub and every ghetto ain't the same

A lot of people already know exactly where it's at

Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack

(Compton!) Yeah that's the name of my hometown

I'm throwin down in the town where my name is all around

And niggas just be hatin and shit, that's a pity

But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city

Where they actin a fool, and they carry them tools

Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton

Where I found the Game, he was stackin his change

To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the 'Sco, got low for the dough

In Fillmoe, from the streets of Compton

Now we stackin the bread, never run from the Feds

They shake dreads in the streets of Compton

See my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin to suckers I can throw 'em

Passin a natural ten to four and six to eight before I go

Not really into freestylin, or tryin to promote violence

But they gotta know about the five-five-fo'

So, that's how I'm livin, I do as I please B

A young gangsta puttin work on these Cali streets

And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin

If you're born and raised in Compton

Where they actin a fool, and they carry them tools

Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton

Where I found the Game, he was stackin his change

To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the 'Sco, got low for the dough

In Fillmoe, from the streets of Compton

Now we stackin the bread, never run from the Feds

They shake dreads in the streets of Compton

Nowwwww, Compton is a place, where all my niggas chill dawg

'Til I found out the streets get real, dawg

'Bout a year ago, somebody must of wanted me to die

Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five

They must of thought that I was gon' play the bitch role

Cause I lived through fo'-five-six holes

Well I ain't goin out like no faggot-ass clown

They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down

So here's the burner in your face motherfucker, silly sucker

Ass clucker now you're duckin cause you can't stop a Y-G gangsta

Cause I'm true to my game, you're lame

And things ain't gon' never be the same

Cause a nigga like the Game is takin over

I really don't think I should have to explain

Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover

And I'm the kind of nigga that's feelin no pain

Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest

Because I got the C-P-T signed written across my chest

A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin to impress

My name is Young Game so you can FUCK, the rest

I'm comin like this and I'm comin directly

Cause niggas gettin all stirred up I'm doin damage quite effectively

Rhymin is a battlezone and niggas can't win

Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N

Where they actin a fool, and they carry them tools

Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton

Where I found the Game, he was stackin his change

To maintain in the streets of Compton

Took a trip to the 'Sco, got low for the dough

In Fillmoe, from the streets of Compton

Now we stackin the bread, never run from the Feds

They shake dreads in the streets of Compton

Lil' Fame: Young Game, shout your niggas out

The Game: Hell motherfuckin yeah

Lil' Fame: Let 'em know my nigga

The Game: Keepin it gangsta in the two-K-two

Lil' Fame: C-P-T niggas represent

The Game: Young Game is in the motherfuckin house

And right about now (uh-huh)

I'd like to send a shout out to my big brother

Lil' Fame: Tell 'em

The Game: Big Face Hunnid, what's up nigga?

Lil' Fame: Tell 'em mayne

The Game: Young Vel, what's up nigga?

Enoch (mm-hmm), Frog Dog, Lil' Face, Wack, Squib

Lil' Fame: Tell 'em my nigga

The Game: DJ Quik, and my nigga Wink

Lil' Fame: Represent

The Game: We still waitin on you to get home baby

Lil' Fame: Yeah that's what it is mayne

Young Game you doin your thang mayne

You're destined to be a star nigga, you're destined

Come with it, yeah mayne

Think I'mma go and jump in this wind and head on back

To Fillmoe, California mayne

Count this paper out mayne, y'knahmean?

Cause it's big business

G-Man Stan on the guitar mayne

G-Man Stan on the motherfuckin track, y'knahmean?

We takin it worldwide

We bringin this shit back to the origin

Nigga, where it all started nigga

Findaway Studios motherfucker

Get it right nigga, Jayceon figure

I'm that nigga that's talkin on every record nigga

It's two-thousand-and-two nigga, oh boy!