Roped Off lyrics

[Hook: The Game]

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington

Rosecrans, Central

Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington

Rosecrans, Central

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off

[Verse 1: The Game]

Posted on Brazil and Wilmington

Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton

Cold steel got 'em trembling

Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands

Red dot on your head, nigga

Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga

Your auntie stay around here but you don't

Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't

Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G-Man

West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN

My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch

My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts

I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries

Now how many niggas done died eating number 5?

Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive

Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga

[Hook: The Game]

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington

Rosecrans, Central

Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington

Rosecrans, Central

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off

[Verse 2: Problem]

Man Chachi don't gang bang, I fuck baddies

I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies

Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis

Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby

L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days

In and out of spouses, middle manning the cocaine

Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fight

And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't tryna wife nothing

Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs

Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club

Hoes never ease up, D2B

Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!

West Side baby, ain't tripping off nathin'

Going out a winner like Peyton

Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome

Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome

[Hook: The Game]

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington

Rosecrans, Central

Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington

Rosecrans, Central

Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off

Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off

[Verse 3: Boogie]

Aye man, just tell God come and lift me

Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy

Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies

You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city

Man, I was born in this problem

We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options

Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching

With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton!"?

Man, I done lost hope

Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we crossroads

Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait

We trying to figure why ya'll got mid in the first place

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the wait

Wait, wait, wait, know somebody finna pay

Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A

We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate

On West Side Bompton

[Hook: The Game]

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington

Rosecrans, Central

Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington

Rosecrans, Central

Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off

Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off

• Artist:The Game
• Album:Streets of Compton