 Hey Dre, what's happening with it, man? Still I'm at it, peel the plastic off it, you can feel the magic Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see them gagging When I'm back in the back of my city, back in the back with a badge And I'm banging Dre beats with me, look where I'm at, it's the murder cap And I'm captain at birth in this gangsta rap, it's a rap when I'm done And I come a long way from a hundred dollars a month to a hundred million a day Which I'm from Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine