[Intro]

Uh, yeah, uh, say what

We return

Compton, Cali

For the 9-9 (that's 2000)

Dresta Da Gangsta (Dresta)

Real as they come, bar none

Uh, say what

[Verse 1]

Let's take a quick trip back down memory lane

Follow me, as we journey on the yellow brick road to C-P-T

I see, what people think, gangstas suppose to be

Compton is where rap music learned to be a G

We had flow and everybody know

When these bitches were scared to cuss

And they were scared of us

They tried to test

But you knew that the wild wild west, wasn't scared to bust

It was all about originality

But the whole time the West Coast grind

Help me focus on the salary

It seems you eastern motherfuckers have forgot

I'm the same G that put Eazy-E back on the block

I'm real as they come

And I'm from the 1-0-1-4 South Orlean Block

Where the shit don't stop

And if your car don't hop

Then you gotta be on dubs, drop

[Hook] (x4)

We just givin' it up for Compton, California

It's such a lovely place

It's such a lovely place

We just givin' it up for Compton, California

And any time of year

You can find me here

[Verse 2]

Now I done been around the world, but I still don't see

What people talkin' about ain't shit like the C-P-T

I can float to the Bahamas, to escape all the drama

Got to come back, I miss my hoodrats and baby mamas

Smashin' on the 91, navi and a dime piece

Laid up at the Hamptons homes is where you'll find me

Jacuzzi and a camcorder, bootys and the bitch

Sometimes I like to freak dykes, in case I want to switch

Like it or not, Compton Cali back in the slot

Dresta Da Gangsta, crackling hot

You can't touch this

Let's put the C-P-T back on the map

Before I put my brownies back on the strap

I'd rather rap on the track

Since these bitches ain't seein' the light

Ruthless should have never been Tomica Wright's

Bitch, you ain't from Compton

When somebody see that ho, they need to tell her

To quit fuckin' the homie Ren, like Jerry Heller

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

For years I tried to let you know this

But the media didn't wanna let me show this

Realism I've survived of off instinct

And finally my life is startin' to feel in sync

I'm on the radio and Eazy made it possible

Dresta ain't wrong, homie, I'm only bein' logical

Studied my craft, did the math

Now I get the last laugh

No longer bang for gangs, now bang gangs for cash

Me and my dawg WC eventually bang in the room

My brother B.G. Knocc and this brother C-Toons

How can we lose

We paid our dues and made our moves

The only rappers around

Who don't got nothin' to prove

Most respected on all levels

From the club to the street, homie, y'all tell us

Is it real

I see you all makin' G's through the nation

But Compton laid the foundation

[Hook] (x2)