Just Another Day

It's motherfuckin' Game time!
 Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
 That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
 Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
 Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
 My city a trap me
 Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
 Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
 Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
 Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies
 And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
 Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
 Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
 Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
 Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, shit I never left
 Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
 Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
 Compton!
 They're killing in this motherfucker
 They're drilling in this motherfucker
 Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
 No chains, no reins, this my home
 Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
 Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone
 Crack fiends on the back streets
 Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
 And switchblades, if you bitch made
 Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
 Where we dream of Montego Bay
 But all we got is the swap meet
 Where the cops meet, go bang bang
 Leaves blood stains on the concrete
 And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
 Cause I mob deep down that side street
 I'm a west side rider, [?] gats on collars
 Don't hate me, better get your dollars
 I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
 Leaning on that bro hand
 Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it
 Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
 Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
 Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
 Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
 So I get by, I get by
 I get by, I get, I get by
 Cause it's just another day in Compton