This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Alright
Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack [whispered] - Compton
Yeah that's the name of my hometown
I'm going down, in the town, where my name is all around
And niggaz just be hating and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doing nutting but claiming my city
See my lyrics are double or nothing proving to suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into free styling, or trying to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-four, so
And that's how I'm living, I do as I please B
A young gangster put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody knows that you gotta be stomping
If you're born and raised in Compton
[Chorus:]
[Quiet scratching:]
"Born and raised in Compton"
Now Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog
Till I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody must of wanted me to die
Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They must of thought that I was gonna' play the bitch role
Cause I lived through four five six holes
But I ain't going out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangster nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're ducking cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangster, cause I'm true to my game
You're lame, and things ain't gonna never be the same
Cause a nigga like the Game is taking over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangster motherfucker never ceasing to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm coming like this and I'm coming directly
Cause niggaz getting all stirred up, I'm doing damage quite effectively
Rhyming is a battle zone and niggaz can't win
Cause I'm a gangster from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack [whispered] - Compton
Yeah that's the name of my hometown
I'm going down, in the town, where my name is all around
And niggaz just be hating and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doing nutting but claiming my city
See my lyrics are double or nothing proving to suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into free styling, or trying to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-four, so
And that's how I'm living, I do as I please B
A young gangster put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody knows that you gotta be stomping
If you're born and raised in Compton
[Chorus:]
[Quiet scratching:]
"Born and raised in Compton"
Now Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog
Till I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody must of wanted me to die
Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They must of thought that I was gonna' play the bitch role
Cause I lived through four five six holes
But I ain't going out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangster nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're ducking cause you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangster, cause I'm true to my game
You're lame, and things ain't gonna never be the same
Cause a nigga like the Game is taking over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangster motherfucker never ceasing to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm coming like this and I'm coming directly
Cause niggaz getting all stirred up, I'm doing damage quite effectively
Rhyming is a battle zone and niggaz can't win
Cause I'm a gangster from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
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Born and Raised in Compton Lyrics as written by Joseph Tom Jayceon Terrell Taylor
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