Released: July 29, 2016

Songwriter: The Game

Producer: Sap

[Hook]
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda

[Verse 1]
Nigga pause when you see us
Fat red laces in them Grant Hill Filas
Young misfits, born underachievers
Mama couldn't feed us, white sheets when you leave us
We be fucking with hood rats, gang bang divas
One braiding hair, one lacing my adidas
Looking at them train tracks, niggas scared to cross 'em
Them same fucking train tracks run all the way to Slauson
Running from the T-Flats, tryna keep 'em off us
Look over my shoulder, pray to God that I lost 'em
Bust ninas and toss 'em, screaming out what what
Westside Compton, nigga we don't give a fuck fuck
Nigga Preach, dead in the coffin
Let the preacher praise, paramedics breathing softly
Nigga rest in peace, blowing reefer

[2xHook]
Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that's on my see through
YG blowing speakers, riding down
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda

The Game

Jayceon Terrell Taylor was born November 29th, 1979 in Compton, California to two Crip-affiliated gang members. He grew up on Santana Blocc, a Crip-controlled neighborhood, with a large family of half and step siblings. He was hardened by a rough and violent childhood stinting from his parent’s drug use, domestic violence, and family members being killed through gang-related conflicts.

By 2000, a 21-year-old Jayceon Taylor was a member of the Cedar Block Pirus, a Blood-affiliated gang, and dealt drugs on the streets of Compton.

Late on the night of October 1st, 2001, Jayceon was alone in his apartment when the doorbell rang and after opening the door, he was jumped by three