Compton Compton

Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
 Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah
 Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin gangsta gangsta shit
 Yeah
 I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
 You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
 Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
 For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
 Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
 And them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as old
 as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's
 Everybody yellin gimme, gimme
 Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
 Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me
 Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale
 And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell
 And you can get that stainless steel
 Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
 When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
 And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine
 Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout Beans
 QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens
 The boys in the hood is always hard
 So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar
 I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell
 And you can come get a bird for eleven
 And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness
 Only (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW)
 Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses
 You fuckin with the Hub City Hustler
 The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home
 So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone
 Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
 And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone
 And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home
 Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up
 In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
 Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
 We ball up subpeonas, take niggaz to the cleaners
 And you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where.
 We drug dealin, but niggaz is squealin (fuck you rats)
 What more can I say, just kill 'em
 Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
 Now is this under-stooooooood?
 I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good
 The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood
 Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
 Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood
 Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
 Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
 Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do
 And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ
 The block will heat and sink you (hey dude)
 Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude
 Lose your life tryin to get these jewels
 I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2