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Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named |
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Quik I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick |
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A lotta people already know excatly where it's at |
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Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton) |
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Yeah, that's the name of the hometown |
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I'm goin down in the town where my name is all around |
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The suckers just be havin a fit, and that's a pity |
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But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city) |
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See, my lyrics |
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I'm doublin up and provin to suckers that |
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I can throw |
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I'm passin a natural ten or four or six or eight before |
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I go Yes, |
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I'm definitely freestylin, all the while still profilin |
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Never a trickster, |
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DJ Quikster steals the show |
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So now that's how |
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I'm livin |
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I do as I please, you see |
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A younger brother that's up on reality |
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Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin |
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If you're born and raised in |
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Compton (Born and raised) (Born and raised) (Born and raised in Compton) (Where you from, fool?) (Compton) [ VERSE 2 ] |
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Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see |
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But then I found that it wasn't no place for me |
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Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit |
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Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit |
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They musta thought that |
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I was gonna play the punk role |
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Just because my equipment got stole |
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But I ain't goin out like no sucker-ass clown |
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They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down |
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So here's some bass in your face, muthafucka silly sucker- |
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Ass clocker, now you're duckin, cause you can't stop a brother |
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Like the Quiksta, because |
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I'm true to the game |
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You're lame, and things ain't gonn' never be the same |
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Cause a nigga like the |
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Quik is takin over |
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I really don't think |
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I should have to explain |
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It, oh yeah, |
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I'm a dog, but my name ain't |
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Rover And |
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I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain |
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Sometimes |
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I have to wear a bullet-proof vest |
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Because I got the ' |
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Cpt' sign written across my chest |
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A funky dope brother never ceases to impress |
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My name is |
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DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest |
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I'm comin like this, and |
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I'm comin directly |
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Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if |
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I'm doin damage quite effectively |
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Rhymin is a battlezone, and suckers have no win |
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Cause I'm a veteran from the |
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C-o-m-p-t-o-n |
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Kick it (Born and raised) |
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Hell muthafuckin yeah |
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Funky dope for the nine-ace |
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DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house |
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Yeah (Born and raised in Compton) |
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Yo, check this shit out |
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Right about now |
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I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy |
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Teddy Bear |
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What's up nigga? |
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What's up |
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KK? My buddy |
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D We got A |
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MG most definitely in the house |
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What's up |
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Pretty Greg and |
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Big Baby Brian cold chillin |
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Talkin about the |
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Armstrong |
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Pack Straight got my muthafuckin back |
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To my buddy |
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No Way what's up, fool |
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Roche is in the house |
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My buddy Donzelli |
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You know what's happenin, fool |
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What's up |
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Itch And Tony |
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Lang is chillin |
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To my nigga |
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Gangsta Wayne |
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And my engineer |
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Joe gettin busy on the flo' |
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And last but not least |
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I'd like to thank |
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Shabby Blue |
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And we out |
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Peace |
