Livin in Compton California C-A". Charlie O drop that hot shit. [The Game]. Motherfucker it's the Game mister tint the windows wit'cha brain. Since a young'n up and comin all I did was cop 'caine. They try and change the Game nigga I still cop 'caine. I ain't moved out the hood still stay where the cops came. Bitches tryin to throw salt in my name barbers tryin to part my game. Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame. But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks. Bad Boyyyyy and I fuck with Puff. So bring the guns if you want nigga; I'm real good with the glock. And 50 G's say you leave in a box. When I fuck Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'Pac. Niggaz wanna wrestle The Game guess they feel like The Rock. "It doesn't matter" 745 up and down your block. Hop out with a Nextel niggaz feel like they shot. It's different in my hood only time we take shots. is when the Dodgers did good my niggaz live on the block. [Chorus]. This is for the gangster in me. This is for the gangster in you - all my gangsters pour the brew. This is for the gangster in me. This is for the gangster in you - all my gangsters red and blue. [Verse Two]. I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean my life's no dream. I got a crew in Jamaica Queens. Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip. My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip. State to state many shows I rip I'm the boss of the Bay. Like Clint Eastwood make my day. Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye plot on gettin paid. In the end all they get is played. Maybe a nut no Ice Capade. Real dudes is shiesty I only give jewels to wifey. And I don't give a fuck if you really don't like me. It's in my blood to thug get ill and hyphy. One of the best I might be it really don't matter. When I bust sucker MC's scatter gettin out of my way. I bust bad bitches night and day. I make classics like Dr. Dre closed casket from rhymes I say. [Chorus]. [The Game]. ... Gon' move in on your rock say fuck the crisis. And ride with the West we got lower coat prices. You know me the king of L.A. New York. Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo' same color as water. You want X? I can cover the order. Ninety-fo' been hustlin now watch the shit elevate like Vince Carter. Not the rap martyr or the second rap Carter. Compton's own I'm home not the best I just rap harder. Heir to the throne nobody rep Compton like me. Street spinnin like waves on that Continental T. My grandmoms woulda been proud of me look at your grandson now. 'Til my demis Black Mafia ties. So it's hard to let the larcent die my {?} treys. A killer changin the game like them Marcy guys. And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie. I'm from Compton he from New York City c'mon really?. [Chorus]