The Game:
these Compton streets raised me so pay some respect
Red laces, Red rag, I do bang a set
Cam got me lovin purple, smoke colors the same as dipset
true compton OG with my name on my neck
snoop always said to me that bitches ain't shit
sold 5 mil on my debut, now riches ain't shit
I ain't flava flav, but delicious? I'll taste it
I'm about dollars, not cents, cuz snitches ain't shit
64 rag top on them gold things
nickle plated 9 is what I'm holding
smoke chronic & express yourself is what dre told me
so I'm smoking cuz this gangsta got more lean than codiene
From the West like kanye, I ain't dreamin no more believe me
The face of LA, don't care how you haters perceive me
blunt to the face, now I got the weed in me
It got me feelin like a direct descendant of Eazy E