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