The-Game – Straight outta Compton Lyrics
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Yo DJ Ray, Jrop that muthafuckin' Gangsta shit nigga! [I'm comin' str8 outta compton]
When somethin' happens in South Central Los Angeles, nothin' happens, it's just another nigga dead! [*GUN*SHOT*]
Yea muthafucka it's DJ Ray, and the muthafuckin' king of Los Angeles . . . Game, You know what it is!
Straight Outta Compton, a Crazy muthafucka named Chuck Taylor
Ridin' with a 12 Gadge, nigga fuck haters
I gotta dept to pay, this for Eazy
I'll blast any punk muthafucka, don't believe me
I spit 16's
Fuck rap, I gotta mack that'll turn ya white tee into a ???
I got Attitude, so fuck it
I'm in the feilds with the birds like TJ Ducket
LA to NY, the public love'em
He the next Ice Cube, so what he dunkin'
He signed to Aftermath, so what he bloodin'
You heard that Whoo Kid, I'm in New York Buzzin'
Get a double X L and read about me
Page 86, the west can't breath without me
Kevin ??? how the fuck can you even doubt me?
I smile because now I got the A-Team around me
In Compton, that's where Dr. Dre found me
Gang Bangin', Chain hangin', kane slangin'
But we turn it to rock
Dope Spot so hot the shit burn in a pot
The O.G'z kept the fiennes in line
Straight when I was a Juvenile gettin' cash money in 98
That's Gangsta, and I'm 21 now
I didn't pick up the mic and put the guns down
It's survival to the finnish
So let's see if he can survive with 10 bullets flyin' through his fiitted
These niggas is bitches
And I gotta let the world know that I'm a muthafuckin' str8 up Menace
I gotta Semi so don't fuck wit me
Or the Compton PD are gunna have to come get me
Off yo ass, and I don't really give a fuck!
I let the eagle blow [*click*click*] Nigga What! [*Gun*Shot*]
I got work, so listen to my words mayne
We fuck wit the rock but don't call us the bird gang
Nigga we Criminals
You got beef, say my name on Wax, nigga fuck the subliminals
And it don't matter if you blood or you crip
Them bulletproof vests don't stop them blue tips
You see me in the streets, you gotta Glock then use it
We Mobb Deep but this ain't murder music
Keep poppin' that shit then the tools will spray
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa like Cube and Dre
And I'm Down with the capital C.P.T
And you niggas can't fuck wit me! Straight Outta Compton!!!
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