[Refrain]
Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience
He got into some nonsense
[Verse 1]
Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out
Just got done mixin' dope in the trap house, black out
Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps
In the city where these niggas do not
Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks
Drop the top while you ride in the drop
In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock'
Cook the dope, take it out of the pot
Rock it up then we back on the block
Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin'
Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion
Turn the lights off when the law's flashin'
Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden
Assassin, we back-to-back in
Impalas and Cadillac
Escalade, it's matte black
With cactus sticks hangin' out the back of it
Niggas don't know the half of it
We come through like we cappin' shit
Ski maskin' shit, click-clackin' shit
All in your mail, open packages
On this Compton shit, demonic shit
Chronic hits with confidence, ominous
Obviously, probably be high as fuck
And that's why we trippin' over minor shit
Running over prominent
Neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit
Dominant nigga shit
They gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent
Hood politics, the drama gets sticky
Hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty
Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy
Promise this is payback for Nipsey
Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience
He got into some nonsense
[Verse 1]
Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out
Just got done mixin' dope in the trap house, black out
Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps
In the city where these niggas do not
Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks
Drop the top while you ride in the drop
In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock'
Cook the dope, take it out of the pot
Rock it up then we back on the block
Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin'
Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion
Turn the lights off when the law's flashin'
Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden
Assassin, we back-to-back in
Impalas and Cadillac
Escalade, it's matte black
With cactus sticks hangin' out the back of it
Niggas don't know the half of it
We come through like we cappin' shit
Ski maskin' shit, click-clackin' shit
All in your mail, open packages
On this Compton shit, demonic shit
Chronic hits with confidence, ominous
Obviously, probably be high as fuck
And that's why we trippin' over minor shit
Running over prominent
Neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit
Dominant nigga shit
They gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent
Hood politics, the drama gets sticky
Hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty
Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy
Promise this is payback for Nipsey
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