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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Osbe Chill
Osbe Chill
Vocals
Massiv
Massiv
Vocals
YG
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Composer
Keenon Dequan Rae Jackson
Keenon Dequan Rae Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S1
S1
Producer
Shaun Martin
Shaun Martin
Co-Producer
Nigel Rivers
Nigel Rivers
Co-Producer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Dereck Negron
Dereck Negron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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-ass **** 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 **** by Athens
Park after dark, when **** get active and shit get brackin'
Bunch of West side **** rightin' left side ****
Who Notorious for doin' shit just like they Bed-Stuy ****
[Verse 2]
I ate at Tam's, you got it brought to you
You a bitch, you's a buster, you's a mark, you's a prostitute
Ain't no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof
You could've came outside and still survived, ****, I'm walkin' proof
[Chorus]
You gotta watch them **** 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 Cutlass from the shotty
**** 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)
[Verse 3]
Soo-wooper, 400 block trooper
Whoever in my way, them bullets shootin' through you
Bompton City G, ****, you a foofer
Fuck with the gang and you gon' learn, I'ma be the tutor
Burgundy bandana flag hangin'
Really from the gang, my ****, audible, this name's ringin'
Twistin' my fingers while the chain's swangin'
Like, fuck this rap shit, **** gangbangin'
I'm richer than you ****, y'all don't want smoke with me
Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's ready to go for me
I fronted **** work, they ain't pay me, so now they owin' me
Tell 'em, "Don't trip", pass 'em the blick and tell 'em, "Blow for me"
[Verse 4]
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
[Chorus]
You gotta watch them **** 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)
[Verse 5]
I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
**** 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)
Written by: J. Taylor, Keenon Dequan Rae Jackson, Larry Griffin, Jr., Nigel Rivers, Shaun Martin
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