[Intro - Game]
Let's make it big Pharell
Wake up in the morning, oh sh**!
Had to co*k the 9, n***as tryin' to steal my pits
Went out the back door, see them n***as hit the fence
I'm telling you, life in Compton is a b**h
Let off a couple shots, God damn, I missed
Say f** it anyway, and let off the whole clip
I'm not to be f**ed with, when I'm off liquor
Old English in my system, ‘bout to k** me a n***a
See, I remember back in the days, loadin' my AK
Ridin' ‘round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze
That's when I didn't give a f**, now I got my son
Shoot a n***a, he die, public enemy number one
But, this ain't no action flick, no Johnny Depp sh**
When the Tec spit hollow tips in your Lexus
So. Don't f** with a Compton n***a when he packin' the gat
Yeah, n***a, I stay strapped
[Hook - Pharell]
Somethin' hot in here
n***a, it must be me! (x2)
Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s?
Is it the Bentley with the full color ways?
Or the old-school sittin' on blades
What could be?
[Game]
It's 2-o'-clock in the afternoon, I'm ‘bout to roll a Swisher
‘Cause that's what real n***as do when they at home
Watchin' ESPN on the 70-inch flat screen
K-Gs and Wade jerseys, blowin' chronic, that green
Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
Turn hood zombies into a Olympic track team
‘Till I got shot, and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to clean my life up, Doc gave me the vaccine
Don't get it twisted, I still click-clack things
Red beam attached to each and every strap
That I keep locked up in my basement
If I shoot a n***a, will the Lord forgive Jayceon?
I don't know, still got a sick fetish for shoot-outs and car chases
f** Pacino, ‘cause we know n***as with scarfaces
And we go back, like D-Boys and small faces
And we crashin' new Ferraris while ya'll hatin'
Pharrell I think it's
[Hook]
Somethin' hot in here
n***a, it must be me! (x2)
Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s?
Is it the Bentley with the full color ways?
Or the old-school sittin' on blades
What could it be?
You know the answer, fool
[Game]
n***as cain't f** with me, real spit
I guess I am a motherf**ing legend, Will Smith
All I'm missin' is a b**h like Jada, Bonnie & Clyde sh**
Hit the fence like later, sayonara, arrivederci
Black rose Phantom, interior hearse sh**
And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn b**hes
Them hoes'll never testify, peace to Common
But Game keep it hood like weaves and Top Ramen
Never stop coming for the top
If the ba** a flesh wound and Pharrell a head shot
Motherf**er, and when he take aim
Bullets enter your frame, my bars simi-lar
To a dragon swalloin' flames
Cain't walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new school rap n***as on my dick
While you f** around with your j**elry and all your whips
I pull up with your b**h pumpin' gangsta sh**
Now you know
[Hook]
Somethin' hot in here
n***a, it must be me! (x2)
Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s?
Is it the Bentley with the full color ways?
Or the old-school sittin' on blades
What could it be?
You know the answer, fool
Do ya thing, shawty
Do ya thing, shawty
Do ya thing, shawty
E'rybody lookin' now (x2)
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E'rybody lookin' now (x2)