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The Game - Just Another Day (ft Asya Bryant) [Straight Outta Compton]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andre Brissett
Andre Brissett
Keyboards
Asia Bryant
Asia Bryant
Vocals
C. Chambers
C. Chambers
Bass
Wyann Vaughn
Wyann Vaughn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Asia Bryant
Asia Bryant
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
S. Benton
S. Benton
Songwriter
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Songwriter
Theron Otis Feemster
Theron Otis Feemster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Carl M. Cartagena
Carl M. Cartagena
Assistant Engineer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Focus
Focus
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Vandekerkhoff
Kyle Vandekerkhoff
Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Engineer
Quentin Gilkey
Quentin Gilkey
Engineer
Theron Otis Feemster
Theron Otis Feemster
Producer
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Producer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's motherfuckin' game time
[Verse 2]
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, nine in my khakis
Crips tryna get at me
My red Impala bumpin' like acne
My city a trap me, been shot, robbed
Stabbed, chased home, socked out
Jabbed by esés, cops, degenerate **** with rags
Disintegrate **** went into me
Dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs drippin' with Hennessey
Got murderous tendencies
[Verse 3]
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
Wait, I never left
Run up in Beats
"Bitch, pass the safe.  Compton"
Produced by a billion in this mother fucker
Still smokin', Dre we need a ceilin'
In this mother fucker, Compton
[Verse 4]
They killin' in this motherfucker
They grillin' in this motherfucker
Lock the door, they stealin' in this motherfucker
No chains, no rings, this my home
****, this Hub City, no-fly zone
**** pull out burners
Start breakin' like Turbo and Ozone
Crack fiends on the back streets
Where the tracks lean, where 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 that concrete
And I'm the only **** bumpin' Mobb Deep
'Cause I mob deep down that side street
'Cause I'm a West side rider
Live with gats on collars
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock
In both hands
Leanin' on that Brougham
Flamed up like a Coke can with my name on it
[Verse 5]
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watchin'
But I don't know why
Feel the fire burnin'
It touches the sky
Feel 'em comin' 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
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Asia Bryant, J. Taylor, S. Benton, Theron Feemster, Trevor Lawrence Jr.

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