Outside

Say you from Compton, but you ain't from Compton

I'm Charles Bronson when I swing this Thompson

You call it Bompton, but you ain't from Bompton

Not the way I seen it, you took the scenic

You at the convenience store when it's convenient

Buster-ass nigga don't know the difference between Altadena, Pasadena

You ain't never got your own khakis out the cleaners or seen Serena

Swingin' them rackets, playin' tennis when I was in my tennies swingin' the ratchet, Kendrick

Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens

Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin'

Bunch of west side niggas rightin' left side niggas

Who Notorious for doin' shit just like they Bed-Stuy niggas

I ate at Tam's, you got it brought to you

You a bitch, you's a buster, you's a mark, you's a prostitute

Ain't no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof

You could've came outside and still survived, nigga, I'm walkin' proof

You gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window

We was outside

We was puttin' two Swishers together, smokin' chronic in back-to-back extendos

We was outside ('side, outside, ha)

I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty

Niggas stole my pit bull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody

Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures

We was outside (yeah)

Soo-wooper, 400 block trooper

Whoever in my way, them bullets shootin' through you

Bompton City G, nigga, you a foofer

Fuck with the gang and you gon' learn, I'ma be the tutor

Burgundy bandana flag hangin'

Really from the gang, my nigga, audible, this name's ringin'

Twistin' my fingers while the chain's swangin'

Like, fuck this rap shit, niggas gangbangin'

I'm richer than you niggas, y'all don't want smoke with me

Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's ready to go for me

I fronted niggas work, they ain't pay me, so now they owin' me

Tell 'em, "Don't trip", pass 'em the blick and tell 'em, "Blow for me"

I really from the war, really

I really do a sneak attack just to up the score

I don't panic, but I got a panic room at the crib

Shooters on the roof really, you ain't livin' how I live

You gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window

We was outside

We was puttin' two Swishers together, smokin' chronic in back-to-back extendos

We was outside ('side, outside, ha)

I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty

Niggas stole my pit bull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody

Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures

We was outside (yeah)