Story Behind The Song

Growning up in Compton, California.

Song Description

This song will lead the listener down a road in which he or she will realize and register certain decisions concerning the Gangsta life style that will ultimately bring the listener to question their own life style.

Lyrics

Verse 1
Coming from the land where they throw up the ?B?
Coming from the land where they throw up the ?C?
Coming from the land where they B-A-N-G
All night Compton gangstas like to fight
See em? bangin as you rollin down Alondra
These the people that?ll make you catch a hot one
All night essay wit a AK
Banana clip lay you down in the gutter lane
C-Walk B-Walk it?s a gang thang
Pants sag blue rag don?t make a crip madd
Guns cocked, bullets pop got the street is blocked
Gage racked blood attack blew ya wig back
Yellow tape clear the lane, it?s a cop thang
Cocaine, cracked up or that powder game,
Eight ball to a key or a quarter piece
Catch you slangin in my zone
you Betta have yo heat!

Verse 2
As a Compton crip I dip
and hit the corna looking for the next goner in my hood
I?m up to no good I wish a nigga would
come get buck with me
I?m a rebel cause daddy got a L up in jail
and momma let these niggas keep molesting me
now I?m bangin so you got to the best in me,
tech 9 feeling fine phonies get in line,
triggers cocked, gun pop make ya body rot,
don?t be a fool stay in school homie bangins crude
county jail aint no bail LA counties hell,
get in line, yellow line violence all the time
selling rocks to the cops, unda cover squad,
county blues funny shoes is the life I choose,
on the pipe three strikes homie shoot a kyte,
will I make through the night, will I make through the night,
will I make through the night-unda cover squad

Verse 3
Aww pyall! The 12gauge nigga hit like booyaw!
Coming down the block running straight through yall
Hanging out the window yellow out school yard
got popped now I?m locked in the SHU yall
In a prison guards trippin all day yall
Prison food and dog food is the same yall
25 wit a L man judge trippin didn?t give a nigga bail man
You know my kid?s 12 heard he got my gauge shells
Rolling up and down the block keep the spot hot
Slangin dope and I hope I can get a note
To my child going wild always on the prowl
I?m out of SHU (Special Housing Unit) being cool
I turn on the news
I see this fool and his crew
Supposed to be in school
His gun popped my son drop
Suicide by cop