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Say you from Compton, but you ain't from Compton I'm Charles Bronson when I swing this Thompson You call it Bompton, but you ain't from Bompton Not the way I seen it, you took the scenic You at the convenience store when it's convenient Buster-a** n***a don't know the difference between Altadena, Pasadena You ain't never got your own khakis the out the cleaners or seen Serena Swingin' them rackets, playin' tennis when I was in my tennies swingin' the ratchet, Kendrick Let me get some matches, walk these n***as by Athens Park after dark, when n***as get active and sh*t get brackin' Bunch of west side n***as rightin' left side n***as Who Notorious for doin' sh*t just like they Bed-Stuy n***as I ate at Tam's, you got it brought to you You a b*t*h, you's a buster, you's a mark, you's a prost**ute Ain't no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof You could've came outside and still survived, n***a, I'm walkin' proof You gotta watch them n***as who only seen the hood from out they window We was outside We was puttin' two Swishers together, smokin' chronic in back to back extendos We was outside ('Side, outside, ha) I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutla** from the shotty N***as stole my pit bull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures We was outside (Yeah) Soo-wooper, 400 block trooper Whoever in my way, them bullets shootin' through you Bompton City G, n***a, you a foofer F**k with the gang and you gon' learn, I'ma be the tutor Burgundy bandana flag hangin' Really from the gang, my n***a, audible, this name's ringin' Twistin' my fingers while the chain's swangin' Like, f**k this rap sh*t, n***as gangbangin' I'm richer than you n***as, y'all don't want smoke with me Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's ready to go for me I fronted n***as work, they ain't pay me, so now they owin' me Tell 'em, "Don't trip", pa** 'em the blick and tell 'em, "Blow for me" I really from the war, really I really do a sneak attack just to up the score I don't panic, but I got a panic room at the crib Shooters on the roof really, you ain't livin' how I live You gotta watch them n***as who only seen the hood from out they window We was outside We was puttin' two Swishers together, smokin' chronic in back to back extendos We was outside ('Side, outside, ha) I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutla** from the shotty N***as stole my pit bull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures We was outside (Yeah)
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