The Game - Compton Story lyrics

Intro: "Uncle Chucky would you read us a bedtime story please, huh please?" "Alright you kids get to bed, I'll get the story book Y'all tucked in?" "Yes" "Heeeere we go..." Slammed the Impala door hopped out "What do you see?" Some n***as hanging on the fence looking at me I had fat red laces in my Adidas Big chain around my neck like mardi gras So I stepped up to 'em, "is there a problem here?" One n***a lifts his shirt then he yells out "yeah" So I turned around quickly and i jumped in my car I was about to hit the switch then I thought like, "nah" So I reached under my seat and I grabbed my sh** It was the chrome .45 with the kung-fu grip Stuffed it inside my dickies as I jumped out the car Kept my hand on the trigger as I walked in the store One n***a walks in then here comes two "What did you do?", I shot, "Are you crazy fool?" One n***a hit the ground and the other two scrammed Now the cops are outside well I'll be damned It was 7:15, on my rolex watch And i can't do the time that my rolex got And like the hands on the clock, I went this way that a-way Ran around the corner and that's when I threw my gat away An Impala pa**ed, its my home boy Clyde He gave me the hand signal so I jumped in his ride It was a clean '64 original inside With no key in the ignition, "where'd you get this clyde?" Nevermind I'm out, its a stolen whip And I'm already runnin from the cops and sh** So I hopped out the car like the dukes of hazard Then Clyde yells out "you stupid ba*tard!" Start runnin' through traffic and I almost got hit I lost one of my shoes, its my air force sh**! Im hobblin' down the street with one shoe on Walked straight into some n***as with all blue on I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in Long Beach? Cause in California, the gangs in arm reach He saw my red strings so he punched and caught me Then I knocked his a** out and took his boy out his Barkley's I ain't seen these since 92 I'm feelin' like a bad boy without the shiny suit Here the cops come, sh**! So I dashed behind the Honda And look who's here, my baby momma's friend Rhonda In the car kissin' on this dope dealer Chris But little did he know he was s**in' my dick I start bangin' on the window "I don't mean to disturb" "But Chris can you drop me off downtown on 3rd?" He said "why sure, what up game hope in" He was bangin Slick Rick then I got an idea Before we get to 3rd drop me off right here So I can walk inside the mall and cop some new gear As I walked in the store they could see I was in a rush So they bout me some jeans, a t-shirt and some fresh chucks Walked out the store looked left, "oh no!" Ran back in the store, here comes the 5-0 So I ran real quick, made a move to the back Cold knocked this cute b**h into a polo rack "sorry", jumped over her and fled to the back door Then I kicked the sh** open, you won't believe who I saw Its the n***a Chris in hand cuffs pointin' at me And the cops made chase before they let Chris free One cop tried to grab me and the other one missed I got away one more time and they both got pissed Full speed out the mall, spotted this blue coupe Dogg Pound on the plates, that gotta be Snoop So I ran up to the car and I said "Yo Snoop, the cops got me on the run" "need a ride nephew?" "Hell yeah big snoop" "Lil homie hop in" "Drop me off in Compton" And that's where my story ends Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh Just another story about the wrong path Had a long day so I reclined my seat It was a 20 min ride to the CPT Walked straight into the house, pulled out my key Opened up the door, it's my girl playing Biz Markie Oh you, you got what I neeeeeeeeeed