2 G`s From Compton Lyrics

2 G`s From Compton

f/ MC Ren



Say what

Tell me somethin

Where the gangstas at? 

Where the hustlers at?



[ King T ]

Now relax your mind cause all the drinks is free

And get down with the sound of K-i-n-g

And MC Ren, I bet you're like, "Where them niggas been?"

The backstreets of Compton checkin ends

Original residents, I'm off Caldwell and Kemp

About a hoe short from a pimp

With the gangsta walk limp

I tossed up the hat by the Raiders

Now I'm crocodile and alligator

Tryin to get my paper, man, they say King T was ( ? )

The alcoholic funk from Tha Liks, bust this

From Alondra to the top block of Central

I'm known for crackin niggas' dental

Loc, I'm like mental, my attitude starts to get mean

Now Ren's ( ? ) with the King

What we gon' sing? Some old gangsta spiritual theme

Hell naw, lyrics gotta cling



[ MC Ren ]

Niggas be lovin em Compton niggas, put the West Coast on the map

Now every bitch nigga and they mama tryin to rap

Go check the Real Nigga tree from the CPT

You got them Niggaz 4 Life and that muthafucka King T

The Villain be down with the King like Joey Simmons

Niggas in Compton'll make your ass see sparks like Robin Givens

Or you can go for a ride in a trunk

While I'm hangin with the King while he's sittin on a tow-truck

My big dick still live in khakis since day one

I got a gang of nigga shit, go and play one

My nigga still Tha Coolest, now we makin pussies hot

If you ain't from Compton, nigga gotta shake the spot

Got a big fuckin pot for me to piss in

Cause all the bomb shit a nigga make, hoes listen

Nigga, fuck shows, I don't have to be seen

You makin demos, I'ma make that cream



[ CHORUS: both ]

Watch the gangsta boogie, watch the hustlers get paid

And watch all these freaks get played

Two gees from Compton, originals from back in the days

Lowridin 64's and rag treys



[ MC Ren ]

Niggas in the streets bump my shit in parking lots

While they fuckin in backseats from Riverside to Watts

Me and the King, nigga, ain't nothin nice

Niggas Hollywood, turnin into hoes like Heidi Fleiss

Butt-naked like they hot from some sherm

Kissin groupie-bitches with a mouth full of sperm

While Ren help the King lay claim to a city

Cause niggas tryin to rule sound shitty

I'm dedicatin this to Compton niggas inside

Y'all can bump this when you niggas wanna ride

You niggas ain't knowin I got vaxines for wackness

Niggas close by that make yo ass fade to blackness

So nigga, the Villain be droppin shit like this and I slide

I got my bitch, the King's on my side

It shouldn't have to be like that

But it's where you're from, not where you're at



[ King T ]

Another heartless attack, there's a cool locomotive on the track

Cavi vocab by the batch, I serve it like crack

What, they huddle up for the double up, Bombay

I do this shit all day

What the dizzneal, these fiends who stressin

They think I'm from the Westside with no connections

I run it in perfection, protection be the Tec-9 fully

Kick rocks or get popped by the bully

The Aftermath terror begins soon as I grace the throne

Don't fuck with the microphone, leave it alone

Man, check this six-foot gangsta baritone spark

From ( ? ) down to Kelly Park

It's respected, we keep the dancefloors hectic (here it is) 

I know it's not what you expected (but it's square biz) 

Locs from Hub City, Capone and Frank Nitty

Gets down with a brand-new Compton sound



[ CHORUS ]