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compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay, our chains hang, l.a. they can’t bang
compton to fillmore here we go again
in l.a. they havin’ problems, the bay we pop collars

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop hollows, l.a. they pop hollows
compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop bottles, l.a. they pop bottles

they can’t cop what the bricks’ll cost
but we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
leather gloves with the tips to toss
but the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss

smash down at the v.i.p.
street smarts is crucial for young n-gg-z in the cx-3
drop jag with the price to pay
’cause the bags was heavy my chain sw-ngin’ like a ice capade

got the feds lookin’ twice this way
’cause we shuffle the p’s in different places that the [unverified] name
compton to fillmoe man the game is real
when you turn 15 get your stainless steel

whole squad been trained to kill, we official
and switch to get rich now we after the meals
hard times got cakes for 3
when it’s havin’ a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee n-gg-

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay, our chains hang, l.a. they can’t bang
compton to fillmore here we go again
in l.a. they havin’ problems, the bay we pop collars

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop hollows, l.a. they pop hollows
compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop bottles, l.a. they pop bottles

i got guns, guns, guns, guns, guns all over the club
we in v.i.p. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
that new r. kelly sh-t sound like bobby womack

black wall street in hurr, n-gg- where the hoes at
we got sour diesel, three cases of hypnotiq
and more guns than the nickerson projects
n-gg-z don’t want beef with me
’cause they know they gotta pay for talkin’ sh-t but the sheets is free

and ain’t nuttin’ to shoot the club up
you don’t want drama in this motherf-cker throw them dubs up
jacob got the wrists on chill
and n.w.a. chain glow like the memory of ill will
relax your mind and let your drawers feel free
you’re now rollin’ to the sound of the game and jt

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay, our chains hang, l.a. they can’t bang
compton to fillmore here we go again
in l.a. they havin’ problems, the bay we pop collars

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop hollows, l.a. they pop hollows
compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop bottles, l.a. they pop bottles

but you can’t come with the rest of her friends
cause you know i’m a boss and won’t play cause she short on my ends
make rounds from the back of the benz
with the [unverified] that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend

the things we go through i’m beatin’ ya brains
got some homies next do’ and i picked up the game
while they knockin’ on the do’ i get deep in ya dame
gotta charge you a g just for speakin’ my name

i’m not eatin’ your chocha or payin’ for the coach ma
i’m a pimp like 50, the n-gg- to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin’, you stretchin’ on the sofa
singin’, “ain’t no n-gg-” like foxy brown and hova

i f-ck ’em dogstyle with billys and novas
with or without chaffeurs, i make ’em f-ck the both of us
you know what it is, the gangster’s back
and i keep my banger at where my chain hang at
i’m ghetto

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay, our chains hang, l.a. they can’t bang
compton to fillmore here we go again
in l.a. they havin’ problems, the bay we pop collars

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop hollows, l.a. they pop hollows
compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop bottles, l.a. they pop bottles

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay, our chains hang, l.a. they can’t bang
compton to fillmore here we go again
in l.a. they havin’ problems, the bay we pop collars

compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop hollows, l.a. they pop hollows
compton to fillmore here we go again
in the bay we pop bottles, l.a. they pop bottles

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