the projects, I'm supposed to be proud of Compton I'm just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton I put on for my city like Jeezy say Iron out my red rag
phoney phranchise Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide This is Hieroglyphics not no phoney phranchise Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide Rag
[Chorus] So many people are hurt inside Don't even know him even though they might have heard of God Can He love me? Will He hear my prayer? Or, think
When I spray with the mag, you will play in it glad That means lay in a bag, like some haters that I had Hoes I scrap up and rag serious Shit I ain'
tuesday I'm at war Wednesday is a gray day Like all the ones before Thursday I'm too sad And friday's such a drag Saturday will fade away But sunday I'm glad
with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me
t easy, pimpin' ain't easy) Well, I say, extra, extra! Here is a bachelor comin' straight at ya I see trim and bag it, take it home and rag it The Big
all my peeps Congregate in common unity The place soon to be packed in capacity It makes me glad to see all these celebrities Reminds me of back in the days of rag
in the projects, I'm supposed to be proud of Compton I'm just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton I put on for my city like Jeezy say Iron out my red rag
tryin to hear that shit, man These bitches ain't players, man (Yeah man You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man I'm glad my nigga Ice
projects, I'm supposed to be proud of Compton I'm just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton I put on for my city like Jeezy say Iron out my red rag
no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back