Homage

We gon' start this off like this, right?
We gon' break it down in layman’s terms
You know, the way we came up, we pay homage to those before us
We gave them respect, you understand me?
'Cause we knew where the game came from
They helped influence us
Kurupt young-god (Kokane)
Cuicide, Cavi
Since a li’l nigga, streets been a part of my life
Goin' hard in 'em gave me my stripes
Something is wrong
Young niggas not respectin' the grown
Shit deep, like the hole in my dome
I take my respect
That’s the reason why they call me the don
Like chess, I’m a king to the pawns
I done came a long way in these streets, homie, takin' these steps
And did a lotta dirt, takin' these breaths
You see, the road that you on?
In the streets, I helped build that bitch
Paid dues, I been did that shit
When it come to OGs, it’s good when you payin' your homage
To me, that mean you’re keepin' it solid
Let me talk to these streets
I know you feel it like the bass in this beat
Or a shot when you’re hit from my heat
I’m the Compton OG, Cuicide, and I’m lacin' the game
With some shit that’ll stick to the brain, yea
You ain’t sayin' nothin' but talking' loud
You ain’t really 'bout your paper route
I make rules every day, you wish you could
Can’t nobody say I ain’t kept it hood
I got money (Ugh) I’m a superstar (Ugh)
And you know I keep it real on the boulevard
I came from nothin' (Ugh) to be a superstar (Ugh)
I’m worldwide with this shit that’s from the boulevard
I’m so G
Now, listen up, li’l nigga, I’m talking' to you
And 'bout who your li’l ass need to pay homage to
And whether you do or don’t know
A lot of real Gs paved the road to spit that shit that you on
And disrespect, I don’t condone it
Get your own style and own it
And stop all the clonin'
I come from the era where it was no bitin' allowed
And if you was a MC, you really moved the crowd
No bullshittin', jump around all loud
Actin' all tough, end up gettin' knocked out
No, that’s not hip-hop, that’s not what it’s about
Y’all fuckin' up the essence, y’all need to learn a lesson
Go study some Big Daddy Kanes and KRS-es
Some Easy-Es, some King Tees and Doug E. Fresh-es
Who individually had to prove who was the freshest
I gotta school you li’l niggas
Check your adolescence
You ain’t sayin' nothin' but talking' loud
You ain’t really 'bout your paper route
I make rules every day, you wish you could
Can’t nobody say I ain’t kept it hood
I got money (Ugh) I’m a superstar (Ugh)
And you know I keep it real on the boulevard
I came from nothin' (Ugh) to be a superstar (Ugh)
I’m worldwide with this shit that’s from the boulevard
I’m so G
Look, you don’t owe me money, but you owe me respect
A lifetime achievement, blood, tears, and sweat
On the mic, I’m like the homie, I’m a deadly threat
A threat that deserves respect, on my mama and set
And I spit virus verses, vigilant vigilante
Insanity, Amityville, feel the calamity spreadin' throughout the speakers
Which gets you eager to listen
The fever, fire, the vanity puts in me in this position
To glisten, miss them, remember like I remember others
This is where the love come from, for one another
Bounce rock, roller-skatin' down the block
Livin' life with no time-table or clock
I warrant you this warning, a press release
Back in the day, we called 'em biters and you’ll have no teeth
If you try to bite this, I’m into that lease
For the next five centuries, unloading' the leaf
Now, pay homage
You ain’t sayin' nothin' but talking' loud
You ain’t really 'bout your paper route
I make rules every day, you wish you could
Can’t nobody say I ain’t kept it hood
I got money (Ugh) I’m a superstar (Ugh)
And you know I keep it real on the boulevard
I came from nothin' (Ugh) to be a superstar (Ugh)
I’m worldwide with this shit that’s from the boulevard
I’m so G