Just Another Day

It's motherfuckin' Game time!

Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table

That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it

Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's

Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne

My city a trap me

Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out

Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags

Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy

Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies

And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from

Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun

Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste

Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste

Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, shit I never left

Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"

Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker

Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker

Compton!

They're killing in this motherfucker

They're drilling in this motherfucker

Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker

No chains, no reins, this my home

Nigga this hub city, no fly zone

Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone

Crack fiends on the back streets

Where the tracks lean and the needles lay

And switchblades, if you bitch made

Put chili all on your Frito Lay's

Where we dream of Montego Bay

But all we got is the swap meet

Where the cops meet, go bang bang

Leaves blood stains on the concrete

And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep

Cause I mob deep down that side street

I'm a west side rider, gats on collars

Don't hate me, better get your dollars

I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands

Leaning on that bro hand

Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it

Another day in Compton, the thrill is high

Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why

Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky

Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight

So I get by, I get by

I get by, I get, I get by

Cause it's just another day in Compton