[Intro: DJ Quik]
Compton's in the motherfuckin' house
Look

[Verse 1: DJ Quik & Busta Rhymes]
Now Busta-Bust he like the David Blane of hip-hop (Come here just watch)
And X to the Z, a backpacker, y'all niggas stop (Yo, yo)
We asphalt, not clay, not dust (Yo)
I put my money where my mouth is, y'all just trust (Ooh)
This a real game, motherfuckers, and I'm playing this well (Yeah)
I'm an analog, you a hologram, you ain't that real (Yo, yo)
You ain't the truth, you ain't even know how to begin
The real fly game swatter, you can't win
I've been PI since I was knee-high (Yup)
Spending money since 4 years old
Let the truth be told (Yo, yo)
Y'all proof, pull the sunroof
When I bubble, it's an overflow
Left and right wrist like overload
Now I'm 5'4" nigga (Vroom), double R right
I'm rough on the boulevard (Yeah), I do it hard (Yo, yo) even with a hit on my head
I still shine, spit on the red
I'm fly, nigga, 'til I'm bred and I'm dead, yeah

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
So tell 'em welcome back to one of these
Niggas know that they fucking around with real Gs
Who you think you are?
Bass heavy all in my truck
That be the gangster shit, I stay banging up in my car
Shot the front nigga, you fuck around and just make a nigga cock up and I clap up the broom
Act dumb and you can be one of the young niggas that your peeps be saying "Die too soon"
Ayo (Flipmode nigga)
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