The Game - Roped Off lyrics

[Hook - The Game:] Compton boulevard, Wilmington Rosecrans, Central Don't get this motherf**er roped off Don't get this motherf**er roped off Compton boulevard, Wilmington Rosecrans, Central Y'all gon' get this motherf**er roped off Y'all gon' get this motherf**er roped off [Verse 1 - The Game:] Posted on Brazil and Wilmington Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton Cold steel got 'em trembling Stomp a n***a out (In what?) in my Timberlands Red dot on your head, n***a Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, n***a Your auntie stay around here but you don't Your cousins might make it out the hood, but n***a you won't Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G man West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries Now how many n***as done died eating number 5? Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, n***a [Hook - The Game:] Compton boulevard, Wilmington Rosecrans, Central Don't get this motherf**er roped off Don't get this motherf**er roped off Compton boulevard, Wilmington Rosecrans, Central Y'all gon' get this motherf**er roped off Y'all gon' get this motherf**er roped off [Verse 2 - Problem:] Wear Chucks, don't gang bang, I f** baddies I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis Riding steel, [?] flabby L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days In and out of [?] middle man and the c**aine Finger on the trigger cause n***as ain't trynna fight And b**hes ain't sh**, so n***as ain't trynna wife nothing Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club Hoes never ease up, D2B n***a thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me! West Side baby, ain't tripping off nothin' Going out a winner like Peyton Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome Same 'til a n***a gone like Martin and Jerome [Hook - The Game:] Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central Don't get this motherf**er roped off Don't get this motherf**er roped off Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central Ya'll gon' get this motherf**er roped off Ya'll gon' get this motherf**er roped off [Verse 3 - Boogie:] Aye man, just tell God come and lift me Come and talk to the devil, man this n***a stay busy Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city Man, I was born in this problem We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options Do you know the feeling to have n***as out watching With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton! "? Man, I done lost hope Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we Cross Roads Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait We trying to figure why ya'll got [?] in the first place Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Know my n***as on the wait Wait, wait, wait. Know somebody gonna pay Gonna hit [?], man I just left the [?] We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate On West Side Bompton [Hook - The Game:] Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central Don't get this motherf**er roped off Don't get this motherf**er roped off Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central Ya'll gon' get this motherf**er roped off Ya'll gon' get this motherf**er roped off