[Intro]
Now where's the sh**?
The sh**?
The sh**!
N*gga whatsup man?
Come on k** that noise man, let's just get the sh**
Don't worry, you'll get the sh**
You'll be
Knee deep in sh**!
[Hook]
I'm a G, you can't see, me
That must be, why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth b**h)
I'm the sh**, and you know, it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop n***as)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise, the streets of Compton
(Roll out the '6-4), ('6-trey)
(Gla**house), ('5-7 Chevrolet)
(And tell them n***as)
[Verse 1]
I'll let the whole world know that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton)
Yeah n***a I said it, and I'mma stay on top
Like a hoodrat with bomb a** cot
Run up on 'em like these rap n***as, I ain't gotta clap n***as
End your career with one line, like that n***a
Hit the switch (front and back), make it bounce (let it jump)
k**aforn-I-A is where I'm from...
Three-wheelin' with the a** out
Smoke chronic 'til I pa** out
Holdin' weight at my n***a Daz house
He always got a thick bad b**h from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long reach
She gon' touch it, s** it, f** it
Never back down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now b**h, hit the weed and turn that a** 'round
It's time to bring back "Chronic" and the "Doggystyle"
West Coast n***as still holdin' sh** down
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm back on the cover of The Source and the XXL
Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton)
I got more b**hes, more plaques
More beef and more straps
That's what the f** I call gangsta rap
I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turned enemies
Streets kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessy
You n***as act like The Game can't roll 'em out
One man show, still sell a motherf**er out...
With no Dre still sell the motherf**er out
Cause everybody here from the (Streets of Compton)
We got Crip n***as, Blood n***as, ese's, asians
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces
I kept you n***as waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's
Everytime your b**h hear my voice she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Walter Payton, on the daily
I got your main b**h swallowin' my babies
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you n***as blocked in
Gla**house parked sideways on the stock rims
New-school, old-school mentality
Translation - fours pumps and twelve batteries
Hydraulics make the world go round, your girl go down
Chronic make your girl slow down
Before she end up like Superhead (uh), givin' super head (uh)
Every n***a in the industry done f**ed Super Head
(sh**...) And I just might f** her too
If I ever catch her slidin' or ridin' through the (Streets of Compton)
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was born on Queens St
Murder MC's like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pawn n***as where the king is
And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock
I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop behind Pac
I got the whole motherf**in' world locked
[Hook]
[Outro]
Everybody wanna know what the f** is goin' on
Am I signed to Aftermath, Interscope
What's up with Geffen
I'mma just say it like this
One day I walked in the motherf**in' house
And all my sh** was gone