[Intro]
Yeah
Compton city been on the map
Stay on the map
[ad-libs: "uh", "look"]
[Chorus]
Can't stop, won't stop, Compton on my back
Big S fah the Santana block, that's fact
Two C's fah the streets, where we living what we rap
Can't stop, won't stop, Compton on my back
[Verse 1]
Raised up where the cracks in the curb spell stories
One hoop, chain net, whole block yelling for me
Lil bike, red frame, cuttin' through the gangways
Mama yelling supper while we plotting on a campaign
Front porch fades, line ups in the kitchen
Uncle playing cards, side bets in the mentions
Sirens in the distance, we counting like a song
"One, two, three" wait, still here, we strong
S on my hat, that’s Santana in my veins
Graffiti on the wall spell the code to my name
Homies on the corner doing numbers off a flip
But I chose thirty-two bars, made the pen my grip
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
County blue bus route, we was riding through the heat
Dreams in a Jansport, shoes on repeat
Corner store soda, hot chips, big plans
Talking 'bout a tour while we tapping on the cans
Old head said, "Lil boy, you the city when you leave"
So I stitched every street sign right under my sleeve
Rosecrans, Alondra, Wilmington, Central
Every single turn put a chip in my mental
Now I’m back on the block in the same white tee
Only thing that changed is they all chant me
Handshakes, head nods, kids yell my track
They like "Can't stop, won't stop, run that back"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Compton in my walk
Compton in my slang
Compton when I talk
Compton when it bang
Both hands up when the hometown chant
Big S in the sky, let the whole world glance
[Chorus]