Key: B minor•
Verse 1
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G- Man Stan, yeah mayne
Let me get on down here
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to the C- P- T
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y'knahmean?
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Young nigga up outta Compton mayne,
y'knahmsayin?
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This 2002, we gon'
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see what it do mayne
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Y'knahmean?Yarra
Verse 2
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Am
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about a nigga named Game
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Cause it's the home of the jackers and
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the crack
(Compton!) Yeah that's the
name of my hometown
G
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I'm goin down, in the town,
D
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A nigga just be hatin and shit,
that's a pity
G
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But I ain't doin nuttin but
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claimin my city
Verse 3
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Them sick dudes in the street
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s of Compton
Where I found The Game,
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s of Compton
Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
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In Fillmoe from the
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streets of Compton
Now we stackin the bread,
Verse 4
lyrics are double or nothin
provin to suckers I can throw 'em
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six- eight before I go
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Not really into freestylin, or
tryin to promote violence
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D
five- five- fo', so
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A young gangsta put in work
And everybody know,
that you gotta be stompin
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If you're born and raised
in Compton
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Verse 5
Where they actin a fool,
and they carry the tool
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s of Compton
Where I found The Game,
he was stackin his change
To maintain in the street
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s of Compton
Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
G
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In Fillmoe from the
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streets of Compton
Now we stackin the bread,
Verse 6
of Compton
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Gm
G
'Til I found out,
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the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago,
somebody musta wanted me to die
G
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Cause they kicked in the door,
They musta thought that I was
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G
gon' play the bitch role
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Cause I lived through fo' five six holes
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no faggot- ass clown
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they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down
motherfucker silly sucker
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Ass clucker now you're duckin
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cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, cause I'm true to my game
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You're lame, and thangs ain't
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Am
Cause a nigga like the Game is takin over
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I really don't think I
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Oh yeah I'm a dog but
that's feelin no pain
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Sometimes I have to
wear a bulletproof vest
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G
Because I got the C- P- T style
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written across my chest
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the rest
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Am
Rhymin is a battlezone and
G
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Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-
Verse 7
Bm
F#m
Them sick dudes in the streets
Where I found The Game,
he was stackin his change
Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
G
Bm
In Fillmoe from the
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streets of Compton
Now we stackin the bread,
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They shed treads in the streets of
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Outro 1
Compton
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsBm A G F#m D...
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