Featuring b.g. knocc out & dresta
[intro: loud booming voice that echoes]
Comp-ton.. comp-ton.. comp-ton
[quiet voice that whispers]
Real compton city g's...
Real compton city g's...
Real compton city g's...
[verse one: eazy-e]
Hey yo doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and i hope
That your fans understand when you talk about playin me
The same records that you makin is payin me
Motherfuck dre, motherfuck snoop, motherfuck death row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause i'm the e-a-z-y-e and, this is the season
To let the real compton city g's in
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck ya found a anorexic rapper?
Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots
(damn e, they tried to fade you on "dre day")
But "dre day" only make eazy's pay day
All of a sudden dr. dre is the "g thang"
But on his old album cover he was a she thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
Motherfuckin real compton city g's!
