This is a song about "Compton"

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

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

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

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