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Hahaha, this is 4 all you fools dat don't know what's up yet...
Dre'sta
I come ruff, I come real ruff
And get 'nuff stuff.
Demolition bustas, leave 'em looking like suckas.
I'm a b*stard not an actor,
b*tch attractor, momma was my daddy
Because daddy wasn't a factor.
Back on the block: Compton & Watts
Could smoke rocks together
B.G. overlappin Compton & Long Beach together?
nigg*, never! Ever got along
It's the same song I'm singin
When I'm bringin the deal
You gotta respect how I feel - it's real.
I chill wit my homies and have a ball,
If you can't speak the truth, nigg*, don't speak at all, nigg*
Chorus x4
Compton & Watts gets much props back
On the block, pop the glock cuz we can't stop, can't stop
Dre'sta
It's time 4 the phony and the fakes to devour
And separate the real deal from the cowards.
Never respect a nigg* dat's tryin to be somebody else
I could respect a nigg* mo' dat's tryna rap and be yourself.
You gotta speak what you feel and got to speak what you been thru
You never seen cells but speak the jails dat you been to
You think you get respect if you lies dat you did time
Wit everybody around you already know you never did crime
See, I did mine but I don't think it makes me bigga
Cuz I figure in or outta jail - I'm still a real motherfkin nigg*.
Chorus x4
Compton & Watts x6
Chorus x3
Dre'sta
A product of the projects
When I flex or wrecks the set.
And brothas checkin they hoes
Because they breakin they necks
To tryna see: the D, the R, the E, the S-T-A STA, the Dre'sta
The Westside Compton Gangsta
I keep my homie wit me everytime I'm drivin
Not talkin 'bout my nigg*, homie, I'm talking ' forty-5-in
Strivin to be the best dat I can be
But it's kinda fked up in the CPT.
Tryna move up but something tryna hold ya back.
Police jack 4 crack, jack 4 lack
Watch yo back! This fked up world is getting worse.
Every other day, another nigg* and another hearse.
Pop, pop goes the glock cuz we can't be stopped.
Much props to Compton & Watts?
Chorus x9
CPT & Watts x4
Chorus x4