k**a-kc - Whatz Happenin With Eddie-g lyrics

[Eddie-G] 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 Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean? Young n***a up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin? This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne Y'knahmean? Yarra [k**a-Kc] Now everybody wanna know the truth about a n***a 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 goin down, in the town, where my name is all around A n***a just be hatin and sh**, that's a pity But I ain't doin nuttin but claimin my city [Chorus: Eddie-G] Where they actin a fool, and they carry the tool 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 shed treads in the streets of Compton [k**a-Kc] See my lyrics are double or nothin provin to s**ers I can throw 'em Pa** the natural 10 to 4 and six-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 put in work on these Cali streets And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin If you're born and raised in Compton [Chorus] [Eddie-G] Nowww Compton is a place, where all my n***az chill dog 'til I found out, the streets get real dog 'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five They musta thought that I was gon' play the b**h role Cause I lived through fo' five six holes But I ain't goin out like no f*ggot-a** clown They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta n***a down So here's the burner in your face motherf**er silly s**er a** 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 thangs ain't gon' never be the same Cause a n***a 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 kinda n***a that's feelin no pain Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest A gangsta motherf**er never ceasin to impress My name is young Game so you can f**, the rest I'm comin like this and I'm comin directly Cause n***az gettin all stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectively Rhymin is a battlezone and n***az can't win Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N [Chorus] [k**a-Kc and Eddie-G ad lib shoutouts]