This is a song about "Compton crips"

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,

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Hit and miss these fake crips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

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