[scratched:] "Livin in Compton, California C-A"
Charlie O, drop that hot shit
[The Game]
Motherfucker its the Game, mister tint the windows witcha brain
Since a youngn up and comin, all I did was cop caine
They try and change the Game, nigga I still cop caine
I aint moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came
Bitches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game
Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks
Bad Boyyyyy, and I fuck with Puff
So bring the guns if you want nigga; Im real good with the glock
And 50 Gs say you leave in a box
When I fuck Lil Kim guess Im feelin like Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock
"It doesnt matter," 745 up and down your block
Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shot
Its different in my hood, only time we take shots
is when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz 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]
Im worldwide with this gangsta lean, my lifes 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, Im the boss of the Bay
Like Clint Eastwood, make my day
Fine bitches 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 dont give a fuck if you really dont like me
Its in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be, it really dont matter
When I bust, sucker MCs scatter, gettin out of my way
I bust bad bitches 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 fuck 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 shit elevate like Vince Carter
Not the rap martyr, or the second rap Carter
Comptons own, Im 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 its 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
Im from Compton, he from New York City, cmon really?
[Chorus]

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