Hahaha, this is 4 all you fools dat don't know what's up yet...
I come ruff, I come real ruff
And get 'nuff stuff.
Demolition bustas, leave 'em like suckas.
I'ma bastard not an actor,
Bitch attractor, momma was my daddy
Because daddy wasn't a factor.
Back on the block: compton & watts
Could smoke rocks together
[b.g. overlappin] compton & long beach together?
Nigga, never! ever got along
It's the same song I'm singin
When I'm bringin the deal
You gotta respect how I feel - it's real.
I chill wit my homies and have a ball,
If you can't speak the truth, nigga, don't speak at all, nigga
Compton & watts gets much props back
On the block, pop the glock 'cause we can't stop…can't stop
It's time 4 the phony and the fakes to devour
And separate the real deal niggas from the cowards.
Never respect a nigga dat's tryin to be somebody else
I could respect a nigga mo' dat's tryna rap and be yourself.
You gotta speak what you feel and what you been thru
You never seen cell but speak [dat you been to]
You think you get respect if you lies dat you did time
Wit everybody around you already know you never did crime
See, I did mine but I don't think it makes me bigga
'cause I figure in or outta jail - I'm still a real motherf**kin nigga.
Compton & watts [x6]
A product of the projects
When I flex or wrecks the set.
And brothas checkin they hoes
Because they breakin they necks
To tryna see: the d, the r, the e, the s-t-a sta, dre'sta
The westside compton gangsta
I keep my homie wit me everytime I'm drivin
Not talkin 'bout my nigga, homie, I'm talking 'bout fo-5-in
Strivin to be the best dat I can be
But it's kinda f**ked up in the cpt.
Tryna move up but something tryna hold ya back.
Police jack 4 crack, niggas jack 4 lack
Watch yo back! this f**ked up while all this getting worse.
Every other day, another nigga and another hearse.
Pop, pop goes the glock 'cause we can't be stopped.
Much props to compton & watts?
Cpt & watts [x4]
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