Black is the Don of Compton. Everyone in the neighborhood knows and respects him. He has connections throughout Compton, from the Corner Store, to the dice games, to the backyard partys, to every kid on the corner. One of Black’s overseas acquaintances (Beenie Man) is arriving into town, and Black is going to show Beenie around the way. He will give him a little Compton Love. A tour of the real shit, the real hardships, the hungry frustration on the peoples’ faces, and a little hood hospitality at a local house party.

Compton will reference the film, Belly, by reversing the roles. Black will play a role similar to Ox. Instead of showing DMX Jamaica, he is showing Beenie Man the hard-core reality of the streets of Compton.

The feeling of this video will appeal with a cinematic structure. It will feel as if we are watching a film. We will reference scenes from the film Belly. We will film with a 1:85 aspect ratio to highlight the narrative tension. We will also break into mini narrative pieces, completely scored with the Sister Nancy “Bam Bam” riddim that is sampled in the song.

FIRST VERSE: (Private Jet)
The video begins as a 20 inch chrome rim comes to a sudden stop in front of the Private Jet. The tinted window of a modern luxury car slowly rolls down, and we see Black on his cell phone. He welcomes Beenie to Compton.

Black and Beenie meet as if two Dons were meeting. They embrace and Black leads Beenie to his ride, a souped up 300, with chrome Jordans (23s). We will shoot from low angles, really emphasizing the strength and power that these Dons represent.

SECOND VERSE (THE BLOCK)
Beenie hops into 300, and they ride down the streets of Compton. The two sit in the back seat. Black tells Beenie, that this is where he grew up. This is the hood. This is Compton!

Compton is no place to brag about! Everyone on the streets is mean mugging the camera.
They are hitting up all the spots on the block dropping off the new stuff. This is where you really get a slice of what life is like in Compton. We get a glimpse of the every day grind: The hustlers on the block, the ice cream man, the cat selling clothes out his trunk, the fellows playing dice on the corner, the cat pushing weight in front of his house. A little kid runs up to the 300 window, knocking on it and asking for a dollar.

We cut to the spinners on the 300, and in one seamless shot, it turns from day into night.