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Finally out the motherfuckin' |
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C P TOff to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit |
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Moving thangs, a local nigga made good |
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And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood |
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And now, let me tell a little story |
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About the places that |
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I been to and the shit that |
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I been through |
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Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit |
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All because a nigga made a hit, check it |
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Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit |
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Then we broke out with the fonky shit |
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About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud |
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I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of |
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But foolish was |
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I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this |
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And that they didn't like this |
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That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast |
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And now that's just a thing of the past |
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Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in |
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OaklandAnd niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new |
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And slangin' ain't nothin' new |
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And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two |
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Straight through and on since the sixties before |
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I was born |
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Families of young niggaz mourn |
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So I'm just letting you know |
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That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip |
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Because Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah, I'm telling y'all |
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Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) |
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Moving on to |
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St. Louis, where the country is fucked |
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With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up |
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Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss |
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That's why |
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I kept my ass on the bus |
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But later on, when it cooled off we came down |
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And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the |
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St. Louis cap |
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The Smith |
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Center, with |
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Big Bob, Little |
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Steve, Tojo, |
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Biss and Rich |
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And a couple of bitches |
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Then they took us to a man named |
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Gus in a store |
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He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore |
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That's when |
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I started thinking that this wasn't like home |
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But then they had to prove me wrong' |
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Cuz later that night after we did the show |
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We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know |
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Yeah, Bloods and |
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Crips start scrapping and shootin' in |
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Missouri?Damn, how could this happen? |
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Now St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah y'all, |
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St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) |
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I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good |
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They need to stop watchin' that |
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Colors and |
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Boyz in the |
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HoodToo busy claiming |
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Sixties, tryin' to be raw |
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And never ever seen the |
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ShawBut now, back to the story that |
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I'm tellin' |
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We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin' |
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When we arrived |
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I saw red and blue sweat suits |
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When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots |
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I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest |
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And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test |
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And before it was over the shit got deep |
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A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street |
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Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin' |
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Little did they know that we was packin' |
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Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit |
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I even had to wear the bulletproof vest |
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Now San Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah, San |
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Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) |
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After a month on the road |
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We came home and |
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I can safely say |
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That L.A. is a much better place to stay |
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How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this |
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Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away? |
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But still my story ain't over 'cuz |
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I got one more to tell |
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And the people of |
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Colorado, they know it well |
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It was all in the news and if you don't remember |
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I had this show |
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I did in Denver |
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With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink |
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Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit |
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To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs |
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But I'm getting paid so |
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I didn't pay it no mind |
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Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest |
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Then they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests |
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When it was over two niggaz needed stitches |
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Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches |
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Now Denver(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah y'all, |
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Denver(They wanna be like Compton, bitch) |
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And ya know that |
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Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah y'all, |
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St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Uh-huh, San |
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Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah, and |
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Denver(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz) |
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I thought ya knew(Yeah) |
