Real Compton City G's... Real Compton City G's... Real Compton City G's...
[Verse 1:] Hey Yo' doctor, here's another proper track & it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper & let that real stuff provoke, see you's a wanna be 'loc & you'll get smoked & I hope that your fan's understand When you talk about playin' me, the same records that you makin' is payin' me ********* Dre ********* Snoop ********* Death Row Yo & here comes my left blow 'cause I'm the E A Z Y E & this is the season To let the Real Compton City G's in Your like a kid, you found it bumpin' down your dapper, But tell me where the hell you found that anorexic rapper Talkin' about who you gon' squabble wit & who you shoot Your only 60 pounds when your wet & wearin' boots. {Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day.} But Dre Day only meant Eazy's pay day All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing But on his old album covers he was a she thing So sucker please, sucker please don't step to these Real Compton City G's.
Stop him in his tracks & show him I'm ruthless. Yo Dre. "What's up?" (Censor) Boy you should've known by now.
Every day it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta 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 & knifes Just take a good look at the brother & you'll capture The fact, that the bastard is simply just an actor Who mastered the bang & the slang & the Mental Of homies in Compton, Watts & South Central Never ever once have you ran with the turf But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt But tell me who's a witness to your damn work See you never had no business, so save the drama jerk Brothers straight kill me knowin' that they prankster's This is goin' out to you studio gangsta's See I did dirt, put in work & many brothers can vouch that So since I got stripes I got the right to rap about that But brothers like you, I gotta hate you Cause I'm just tired of Suburbian Brothers talkin' about they come from projects Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the streets G I Think you start tryin' to bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin' khaki's & mob while you rhyme, little *** tried to sag But you frontin' at the same time & your set don't accept you Scared to kick it with your homies 'cause you know they don't respect you So brother please, brother please, don't step to these Real Compton City G's.
[Verse 3:] Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangsta Approach me like you whore little buster I'm a bank ya Shank ya, with my damn shank, if I hafta Dr. Dre an' Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors Pranksters, studio gangsta's, busters But this time your dealin' with some real last brothers G's, 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 will break you off somethin' Claimin' my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton Suckers like y'all is what I call wanna be's & ain't Nothin' compared to Real Compton City G's.
Stop him in his tracks & show him I'm Ruthless. Yo Dre. "What's up?" (Censor)
I never met a ol' G who never did nothin' wrong You tried to diss the Eazy E so now sucker it's on You & your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin' it Both of you tricks can come & suck my doggy dick Beatin' up a Blvd. don't make you it, but then again some brothers Think it m