Lyrical Breakdown of Compton - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Compton" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Compton" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Game employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to The Game's narrative.

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Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie.

Nigga nigga nigga I'm from

(Compton, Compton, Compton)

It's the home of America's gangsta rap

The place of danger where

The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"}

The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"}

Where the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killin

And them niggaz hold it down like black guerillas, where

The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"}

The {"Gangsta boogie"} - nigga nigga nigga I'm from (Compton)

Yeah, The Game on fire, check the gold wires

Hip-Hop on lock like some muh'fuckin pliers

Me and Will.I.Am yeah we take niggaz higher

Niggaz talkin shit get your fuckin mouth wired

Walkin through Compton, Eazy still alive

Raider hat to the back throw your dubs in the sky

My flowetry wicked, sit back while I kick it

And do it like Dre did it, N.W.A. did it

I cook crack like the first nigga that ever bought a brick

From a ese, nigga I could write an essay

About all the gangsta niggaz that I seen lowridin

In they Che-vys with a bitch ridin shotgun reppin L.A.

Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco

My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo

Sittin in a low-low, on chrome spinners

Nobody drop nuttin this winter, nigga I'm from

Nigga I smoke chronic, ain't shit changed

Since Young MC and Eazy-E was rappin, "We All in the Same Gang"

Some niggaz chain hang, other niggaz gangbang

I do both cause I'm the king of the motherfuckin West coast

Kick the door open, Will let's go

Flow like Esco', New York niggaz say I'm the best yo

Hard like Timbos, blowin on indo

Niggaz try to play me get stretched out like a limo

I was shoppin crack when Dre was bangin my demo

And all you old niggaz is washed up like N.O.

Don't take it the wrong way, I got love for my kinfolk

Can I get a moment of silence Will bang the instrumental

. I spit for my niggaz in the line-up

That'll never see the sun again, so I close my blinds up

First album sold 'em out, Impalas rolled 'em out

Cause the whole motherfuckin world wanna know about

Welcome to the city of G's

Where we eat fried chicken, rice, and black-eyed peas

Cause we (Ruthless), like Will before the (Black Eyed Peas)

Fuck all rappers, look at all the hate I see

I'm sick, you can't get rid of me, I'm HIV

Nigga get another job, hip-hop is not hirin

I'm the reason Dre feel comfortable retirin

I just might put out "Detox" myself

Smoke so much, I check in detox myself

One man army, took out Reeboks myself

Fortyfive in my khakis gotta watch my health

I'm so hard nigga, glock 17 quick draw nigga

Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor

All black khaki suit, all black Converse

Nigga I'ma keep on stompin comin (Straight Outta)