| Now where’s the shit?
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| The shit?
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| The shit!
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| Nigga whatsup man?
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| Come on kill that noise man, let’s just get the shit,
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| Don’t worry, you’ll get the shit,
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| You’ll be,
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| Knee deep in shit!
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| (Chorus: (The Game)
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| I’m a G, you can’t see me,
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| That must be, why you’re talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
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| I’m the shit, and you know,
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| It, never stops, there’s no stoppin' (It don’t stop niggas)
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| Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
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| As I cruise, streets of Compton
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| (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggas)
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| (Verse 1:)
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| I let the whole world know that I can’t be stopped,
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| Even without Doc I’m still from the (Streets of Compton),
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| Yeah nigga I said it, and I’ma stay on top,
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| Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cock,
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| Run up in 'em like these rap niggas, I ain’t gotta clap niggaz,
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| End your career with one line like that niggaz,
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| Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce,
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| Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I’m from,
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| 3 wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out,
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| All the way to my nigga Daz house,
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| He always gotta big bad bitch from Long Beach,
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| She a known freak and she gotta long reach,
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| She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down,
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| 'specially when Al Green in the background,
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| Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round,
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| It’s time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle,
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| Westcoast niggaz still holdin' shit down,
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| (Chorus: (The Game)
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| I’m a G, you can’t see me,
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| That must be, why you’re talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
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| I’m the shit, and you know,
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| It, never stops, there’s no stoppin' (It don’t stop *****z)
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| Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
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| As I cruise, streets of Compton
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| (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z)
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| (Verse 2:)
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| I’m back on the cover of the Source and the XXL,
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| Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton),
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| I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef, and more straps,
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| That’s what the fuck I call «Gangsta rap»,
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| I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies,
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| Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse,
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| You niggaz act like the Game can’t roll 'em out,
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| One man show still sell a motherfucker out,
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| We know Dre still sell a motherfucker out,
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| 'cus everybody here from the (Streets of Compton),
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| We got crip niggaz, blood niggaz, assays, asians,
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| Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces,
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| I kept you niggaz waiting had to take you back to the basics,
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| Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons,
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| Everytime your bitch hear my voice she masturbating,
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| I run though hoes like Walter Payton on the daily,
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| I got your main bitch swallowing my babies,
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| (Chorus: (The Game)
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| I’m a G, you can’t see me,
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| That must be, why you’re talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
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| I’m the shit, and you know,
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| It, never stops, there’s no stoppin' (It don’t stop niggaz)
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| Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
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| As I cruise, streets of Compton
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| (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggaz)
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| I’m the Westcoast Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in,
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| Glass house parked sideways on the stock rims,
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| New school, old school mentality,
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| Translation — Four pumps and twelve batteries,
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| Hydraulics make the world go round,
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| Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down,
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| For she end up like superhead, giving superhead,
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| Every nigga in the industry now fuck superhead,
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| And I might just fuck her too,
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| If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton),
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| Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf,
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| With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen’s Street,
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| Murder MCs like I was born in Queen’s Bridge,
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| That how I show you palm niggas where the King is,
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| And you don’t wanna play chess on a time clock,
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| I’m in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac,
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| I got the whole motherfucking world locked,
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| (Chorus: (The Game)
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| I’m a G, you can’t see me,
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| That must be, why you’re talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
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| I’m the shit, and you know,
|
| It, never stops, there’s no stoppin' (It don’t stop niggas)
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| Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
|
| As I cruise, streets of Compton
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| (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggas)
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| (Outro:)
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| Everybody wanna know what the fuck is going on,
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| Am I signed to Aftermath? |
| Interscope? |
| What’s up with Geffen?
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| I’ma just say it like this:
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| One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house,
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| And all my shit was gone. |