Real Muthaphuckkin' G's

Compton

Hey-yo, Doctor, here's another proper track

And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper

And let that real stuff provoke

So you's a wannabe loc', and you'll get smoke, then I hope

That the fans understand when you talkin' 'bout playin' me

The same records that you makin' is payin' me

Mother**** Dre, mother**** Snoop, mother**** Death Row

Yo, and here comes my left blow

'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season

To let the real Compton city G's in

You're like a kid, you find the pump, and now you're dapper

But tell me where the hell you find an anorexic rapper

Talkin' about who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot

You only sixty pounds when you wet and wearin' boots

Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day

But Dre Day only meant Eazy's payday

All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G thang

But on his own album covers he was a she-thing

So sucka, please, sucka, please don't step to these

Real Compton city Gs

Ayo, Dre

Wassup?

Everyday it's a new rapper

Claimin' to be dapper than the Dre stuff

Softer than a girl, but portray the role of gangsta

Ain't broke a law in your life

Yet every time you rap, you yap about the guns and knife

Just take a good look at the brotha and you'll capture

The fact that the bastard is simply just an actor

Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental

Of homies in Compton, Watts, and South Central

Never, ever once have you ran with the turf

And yet in every verse, claimin' you used to do the dirt

But tell me who's a witness to your damn work?

See you never handle business, so save the drama, jerks

Brothers straight kill me knowin' that they pranksters

This is goin' out to you studio-gangsters

See, I did dirt, put in work and many brothers can vouch that

And since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that

But brothers like you, I kinda hate ya

'Cause I'm just tired of suburbia-brothers

Talkin' about they come from projects

Knowin' you ain't seen no parts of the streets, G

I think they started tryna start bang around the time of the peace treaty

Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme, little fag

Tryna sag but you floodin' at the same time

And your set don't accept ya

Scared to kick it witcha homies, 'cause you know they don't respect ya

So brother, please, brother, please don't step to these

Real Compton City Gs

Well it's the knockout, definition, original baby gangsta

Approach me like you hard, little busta, I'ma bank ya

Shank ya with my damn shank if I have ta

Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog are really actors

Pranksters, studio gangsters

Bustas, but this time you dealin' with some real-ass brothas

Gs, fool please, don't try to step

See, if you do then a peeled cap is all that would be left

See, young brothers like me'll break you off somethin'

Claimin' my city, but Dre, you ain't from Compton

Suckas like y'all is what I call, "Wannabes"

And ain't nothin' compared to real Compton City Gs

Yo Dre

Wassup?

I never met a OG who never did nothin' wrong

You try to dis on Easy E, so now, sucka, it's on

You and your Doggy Dog think that y'all hoggin' it

Both of you tricks can come and suck my doggies ****

Beatin' up a woman don't make you it

But then again, some brothers think it makes a man

Damn, it's a trip how Dre can switch so quick

From wearin' lipstick to smokin' on chronic at picnics (Damn)

And now you think you're bigger

But to me, you ain't nothin' but a trick-ass busta

That ain't worth a foodstamp

And at Death Row I hear you gettin' treated like boot camp

Gotta follow your sergeant's directions

Or get yo' ass popped with a Smith and Wesson

Learn a lesson from the Eaz

Stay in your place and don't step to real Compton city Gs

Yo, Dre

Wassup?

Boy, you shoulda known by now, Eazy does it