Real Compton City G’s Eazy-E (Ft. B.G. Knocc Out & Dresta)

[Intro]
Compton, Compton, Compton
Ahh, real Compton city G's
Ahh, real Compton city G's
Ahh, real Compton city G's
Ahh, real Compton city G's

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
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
See, you's a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
That the fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
M****f*** Dre! M****f*** Snoop! M****f*** 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 found a pup, and now you're dapper
But tell me, where the hell you found that anorexic rapper?
Talkin' about who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're 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 old album cover he was a she-thang
So, sucka please, suck please
Don't step to these real Compton city G's