Just Another Day
Game Asia Bryant Lyrics


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It's motherfuckin' Game time!

Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap me
Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies
And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker
Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
Compton!
They're killing in this motherfucker
They're drilling in this motherfucker
Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no reins, this my home
Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone
Crack fiends on the back streets
Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
And switchblades, if you bitch made
Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
Where we dream of Montego Bay
But all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops meet, go bang bang
Leaves blood stains on the concrete
And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
'Cause I mob deep down that side street
I'm a west side rider, live with gats on collars
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
Leaning on that bro hand
Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it

Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
So I get by, I get by




I get by, I get, I get by
'Cause it's just another day in Compton

Overall Meaning

In the song "Just Another Day in Compton" by Game Asia Bryant, the rapper paints a vivid picture of life growing up in Compton, California. Through his lyrics, he highlights the dangers and hardships of living in a neighborhood notorious for gang violence, drugs, and crime. He talks about the constant fear of being shot, robbed, and chased home, and the ever-present sense of danger and impending doom.


The lyrics start with Game Asia Bryant boldly announcing that it's his time to shine, it's Game time. Then he describes his surroundings, depicting a six-pound stash of marijuana on his grandma's coffee table, and a loaded .9 in his khakis. As he drives through the neighborhood in his red Impala, he mentions how his car is bumping like acne, a nod to the bumps on the skin caused by acne. The lyrics also reference famous gangster movies like Scarface and Martin Scorsese as Game Asia Bryant pulls out his gun.


The chorus of the song is a reflection of the ongoing struggle to survive in Compton. Bryant talks about how every day in Compton is just like any other, with the same problems and dangers that they've grown accustomed to. He describes the feeling of being watched, the fire burning, and the sense of impending doom. Despite the odds stacked against him, Bryant is determined to survive, and he'll do whatever it takes to make it through another day in Compton.


Line by Line Meaning

It's motherfuckin' Game time!
I'm ready to take over the scene.


Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
There's a lot of weed in my grandma's house.


That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
We've got the same story.


Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
I keep a gun with me when I run errands.


Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
I'm being chased by gang members and my car is shaking from the music.


My city a trap me
Compton is a dangerous place for me to live.


Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
I have experienced a lot of violence in my life.


Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
I've been attacked by different groups of people.


Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
I feel traumatized by the violent acts I've experienced.


Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies
Guns and alcohol make people violent.


And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
You don't know what I've been through.


Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
I feel like an action movie hero when I use my gun.


Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
I'm not afraid to hurt people.


Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
I've probably hurt people close to you.


Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
I'm still making music with Dr. Dre.


Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
I'm proud of where I'm from and will reference it in my music.


Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker
I have successful collaborations.


Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
We're enjoying our success.


Compton!
I'm representing my hometown.


They're killing in this motherfucker
The violence in Compton is still present.


They're drilling in this motherfucker
People are being attacked and robbed in Compton.


Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
Crime is a constant threat to residents of Compton.


No chains, no reins, this my home
I'm free to live how I want in Compton.


Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
Compton is a dangerous place where outsiders aren't welcome.


Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone
People use guns and run away from danger.


Crack fiends on the back streets
Drug addiction is a problem in Compton.


Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
Drug use is visible in the streets.


And switchblades, if you bitch made
People will use weapons to hurt others.


Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
I'll embarrass you in front of others.


Where we dream of Montego Bay
People want to escape Compton to go on vacation.


But all we got is the swap meet
Residents can't afford luxuries.


Where the cops meet, go bang bang
Violence can occur unexpectedly.


Leaves blood stains on the concrete
The aftermath of violence is visible on the streets.


And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
I'm listening to violent music to cope with my environment.


Cause I mob deep down that side street
I'm walking confidently despite the violence around me.


I'm a west side rider, [?] gats on collars
I'm proud of my west coast identity and carry a gun.


Don't hate me, better get your dollars
I'm making money and you should too.


I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
I'm always prepared for danger.


Leaning on that bro hand
I'm taking it easy and staying aware of my surroundings.


Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it
I'm leaving a lasting impact with my music.


Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Every day has the potential for violence.


Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
I feel paranoid.


Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
The tension is high and can't be ignored.


Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
I'm prepared for the worst and will fight for survival.


So I get by, I get by
I'm managing to keep going despite the danger.


I get by, I get, I get by
Staying alive is my top priority.


Cause it's just another day in Compton
My life is full of danger and violence.




Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Asiahn Jalecca Rebecca Bryant, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Stanley Bernard Benton, Thepporn Petchubon, Theron Femmster, Trevor Lawrence

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@veljkotakic1817

[Intro]
It's motherfuckin' Game time!

[Verse: Game]
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it? That's how I remember it
Yeah, dip into the liquor store, nine in my khakis
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap me; been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas when enemy, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs drippin' with Hennessey, got murderous tendencies
And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a Blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
Produced by a billion in this motherfucker
Still smokin', Dre we need a ceilin' in this motherfucker
Compton! They killin' in this motherfucker
They grillin' in this motherfucker
Lock the door, they stealin' in this motherfucker
No chains, no rings, this my home
Nigga, this Hub City, no-fly zone
Niggas pull out burners
Start breakin' like Turbo on Ozone
Crack fiends on the back streets
Where the tracks lean, where the needles lay
And switchblades, if you bitch made
Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
Where we dream of Montego Bay
But all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops meet, go bang bang
Leaves blood stains on that concrete
And I'm the only nigga bumpin' Mobb Deep
'Cause I mob deep down that side street
'Cause I'm a West side rider, live with gats on collars
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
Leanin' on that Brougham
Flamed up like a Coke can with my name on it

[Outro: Asia Bryant]
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watchin', but I don't know why
Feel the fire burnin', it touches the sky
Feel 'em coming at you, I won't die tonight
So I get by, I get by
I get by, I get, I get by
'Cause it's just another day in Compton



All comments from YouTube:

@atigulmascay8653

OMG Asia Bryant's Part is sick as fuck, why it's so fucking short ????
Her voice is harmonizing with this beat so hard, damn. It just makes you being in Compton

@astxrism3628

Best part of this song Fr

@maliktafo5307

That's the part i came here bro fo real

@atigulmascay8653

@MALIK TAFO I am always skipping to her part bro, despite that fact that I am fan of game 😅

@maliktafo5307

@Atigül Mascay 😀👍👍

@richblackkid2523

i will always be a the game fan , he killed it

@user-gz2sd7ds1x

Kendrick Lamar laid the skeleton down tho

@dcarroll3686

Wurd me 2
It's dope too cause he always raps w the conviction from day 1!

@pishta1164

@Eff tee Pee s

@FC_MC

Thats why i‘m here

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