Straight out the CPT, 808 rattlin’ your brain,
Compton’s in the house, pumpin’ raw voltage through the veins.
Black khakis creased, Charger tires screech—night curriculum,
Eazy in the cut, cube chalkin’ up the pendulum.
Cruisin’ Rosecrans, swap meet watts in the trunk,
Six-four hop, ghetto bird spotlights go thunk.
City of angels got devils on the corner, no hallucination,
We the news at five, live, no censorship station.
So bang this, neighborhood fame—ain’t no counterfeit,
Raise the gang sign high—Compton stay lit.