The Game - Compton lyrics

{"Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie.."} n***a n***a n***a I'm from [Hook : will.i.am] (Compton, Compton, Compton) It's the home of America's gangsta rap The place of danger where The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"} The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"} Where the cops is crooked, and them b**hes is k**as And them n***as hold it down like black guerillas, where The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"} The {"Gangsta boogie"} - n***a n***a n***a I'm from (Compton) [Verse 1 : The Game] Yeah, The Game on fire, check the gold wires Hip-Hop on lock like some muh'f**in pliers Me and Will.I.Am yeah we take n***as higher n***as talkin sh** get your f**in mouth wired Walking through Compton, Eazy still alive Raider hat to the back throw your dubs in the sky My flowetry wicked, sit back while I kick it And do it like Dre did it, N.W.A. did it I cook crack like the first n***a that ever bought a brick From a ese, n***a I could write an essay About all the gangsta n***as that I seen lowridin In they Chevys with a b**h riding shotgun reppin L.A Crips, Bloods, homes going loco My Glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo Sitting in a low-low, on chrome spinners Nobody drop nothing this winter, n***a I'm from [Verse 2 : Hook] [The Game] n***a I smoke chronic, ain't sh** changed Since Young MC and Eazy-E was rapping "We All in the Same Gang" Some n***as chain hang, other n***as g**n I do both cause I'm the king of the motherf**ing West coast Kick the door open, Will let's go Flow like Esco', New York n***as say I'm the best yo Hard like Timbos, blowing on indo n***as try to play me, get stretched out like a limo I was chopping crack when Dre was banging my demo And all you old n***as is washed up like N.O Don't take it the wrong way, I got love for my kinfolk Can I get a moment of silence Will bang the instrumental I spit for my n***as in the line-up That'll never see the sun again, so I close my blinds up First album sold them out, Impalas rolled them out Cause the whole motherf**ing world wanna know about [Hook] - 2X [Verse 3 : The Game] Welcome to the city of G's Where we eat fried chicken, rice, and black-eyed peas Fans got us in-the-scope, like Jimmy Iovine Cause we Ruthless, like Will before the Black Eyed Peas f** all rappers, look at all the hate I see I'm sick, you can't get rid of me, I'm HIV n***a get another job, hip-hop is not hiring I'm the reason Dre feel comfortable retiring I just might put out "Detox" myself Smoke so much, I check in detox myself One man army, took out Reeboks myself 45. in my khakis gotta watch my health I'm so hard n***a, Glock 17 quick draw n***a Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor All black khaki suit, all black Converse n***a Imma keep on stomping coming Straight Outta [Hook] - 2X