[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