This is a song about "Compton"

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily