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The Game - Outside Ft Yg Lyrics

Translations EspañolOutside Lyrics[Verse 1: The Game]
Say you from Compton, but you ain't from Compton
I'm Charles Bronson when I swing this Thompson
You call it Bompton, but you ain't from Bompton
Not the way I seen it, you took the scenic
You at the convenience store when it's convenient
Buster-ass nigga don't know the difference between Altadena, Pasadena
You ain't never got your own khakis the out the cleaners or seen Serena
Swingin' them rackets, playin' tennis when I was in my tennies swingin' the ratchet, Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin'
Bunch of west side niggas rightin' left side niggas
Who Notorious for doin' shit just like they Bed-Stuy niggas
I ate at Tam's, you got it brought to you
You a bitch, you's a buster, you's a mark, you's a prostitute
Ain't no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof
You could've came outside and still survived, nigga, I'm walkin' proof
[Chorus: The Game & YG]
You gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin' two Swishers together, smokin' chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside ('Side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my pit bull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody
Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (Yeah)

[Verse 2: YG]
Soo-wooper, 400 block trooper
Whoever in my way, them bullets shootin' through you
Bompton City G, nigga, you a foofer
Fuck with the gang and you gon' learn, I'ma be the tutor
Burgundy bandana flag hangin'
Really from the gang, my nigga, audible, this name's ringin'
Twistin' my fingers while the chain's swangin'
Like, fuck this rap shit, niggas gangbangin'
I'm richer than you niggas, y'all don't want smoke with me
Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's ready to go for me
I fronted niggas work, they ain't pay me, so now they owin' me
Tell 'em, "Don't trip", pass 'em the blick and tell 'em, "Blow for me"
I really from the war, really
I really do a sneak attack just to up the score
I don't panic, but I got a panic room at the crib
Shooters on the roof really, you ain't livin' how I live
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You gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window
We was outside
We was puttin' two Swishers together, smokin' chronic in back to back extendos
We was outside ('Side, outside, ha)
I seen dead bodies got pellet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty
Niggas stole my pit bull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody
Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures
We was outside (Yeah)6