The Game, YG - Outside songtext (lyrics)

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

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)

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

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)