Roped Off
[Hook: The Game]Compton Boulevard, WilmingtonRosecrans, CentralDon't get this motherfucker roped offDon't get this motherfucker roped offCompton Boulevard, WilmingtonRosecrans, CentralY'all gon' get this motherfucker roped offY'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 1: The Game]Posted on Brazil and WilmingtonRed flag, red khakis, red PendletonCold steel got 'em tremblingStomp a nigga out (In what?) in my TimberlandsRed dot on your head, niggaEither you work at 7/11 or you dead, niggaYour auntie stay around here but you don'tYour cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won'tFresh out the barber shop, RIP to G-ManWest Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPANMy hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watchMy city's in the middle of Long Beach and WattsI'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating friesNow how many niggas done died eating number 5?Been shot a couple times, but I'm aliveHub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga[Hook: The Game]Compton Boulevard, WilmingtonRosecrans, CentralDon't get this motherfucker roped offDon't get this motherfucker roped offCompton Boulevard, WilmingtonRosecrans, CentralY'all gon' get this motherfucker roped offY'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 2: Problem]Man Chachi don't gang bang, I fuck baddiesI'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggiesRubber gloves, dark spray, no khakisRiding steel, tell Jesus fall flabbyL's come bro I'm relapsing to the old daysIn and out of spouses, middle manning the cocaineFinger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fightAnd bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't tryna wife nothingWho needs love? Million dollar weed plugsHeart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key ClubHoes never ease up, D2BNigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!West Side baby, ain't tripping off nathin'Going out a winner like PeytonStill 100, like Daytons, gold or the chromeSame 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome
[Hook: The Game]Compton Boulevard, WilmingtonRosecrans, CentralDon't get this motherfucker roped offDon't get this motherfucker roped offCompton Boulevard, WilmingtonRosecrans, CentralYa'll gon' get this motherfucker roped offYa'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 3: Boogie]Aye man, just tell God come and lift meCome and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busyDon't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear DickiesYou ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the cityMan, I was born in this problemWe thought we knew the answer way before we seen optionsDo you know the feeling to have niggas out watchingWith your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton!"?Man, I done lost hopeHope you a Thug to the Bone when we crossroadsToo many RIP shirts around your turf, waitWe trying to figure why ya'll got mid in the first placeWait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the waitWait, wait, wait, know somebody finna payFinna hit Stanford, man I just left the AWe don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gateOn West Side Bompton
[Hook: The Game]Compton Boulevard, WilmingtonRosecrans, CentralDon't get this motherfucker roped offDon't get this motherfucker roped offCompton Boulevard, WilmingtonRosecrans, CentralYa'll gon' get this motherfucker roped offYa'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off