Hear Kendrick and Snoop shout "West Coast" and "L.B.C." enough times and you might start to Google map a thing or two. It may even sound like you should quit being a poser and move your whole life to Compton. Then one day you get back to your cheap-as-hell South Central 2-bedroom after a night of camping on Fairfax to buy limited-edition Jordans, gaze upon your starter cap collection, wondering if that bang was a Glock or an Impala backfiring, and think to yourself, "I finally made it."