Lyrics:

It's Compton!

[Verse 1 - Crooked I]

You know who drop dope shit
And push it across borders (Dre)
You know who make Curtis Jackson
More than two quarters(Dre)
Reporters with tape recorders
And every gangsta rap supporter
Waitin on Dre's world order (Dre)
Brand new album
Classic after two weeks
Just meet new freaks
Plus ruthless coupes with two seats
All complement to the way I produce beats
And scribble on loose leaf (Dre)
Never lose sleep when you haters wanna be hard
Fuck around with D.R
Got to send you to E.R
We don't need a P.R
Campaign to say a damn thing about who we are
AFTERMATH
The industry regime
Fuck a record label, niggas call us the machine (hahaha)
I have to laugh
Join the team
Then you too can stack some cash
And slap some ass on the platinum path, (compton) nigga

[Hook - Crooked I]
No matter where I lay my hat
This is Compton
No matter where the fuck I'm at
This is Compton
I take trips all across the globe
Say Dr. Dre
And they know this is Compton, nigga

No matter where I lay my hat
This is Compton (compton) (Dre)
No matter where the fuck I'm at
This is Compton (compton) (Dre)
I take trips all across the globe (Dre)
Say Dr.Dre
And they know this is Compton, nigga