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DJ Quik - Jus Lyke Compton lyrics
Finally out the motherfuckin c-p-t Off to other cities and shit No longer just an underground hit Movin thangs... a local nigga made good And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood And now, let me tell a little story About the places that i been to and the shit that i been through Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and shit All because a nigga made a hit, check it Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit Then we broke out with the fonky shit About bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off that bud I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of But foolish was i to think that it wasn't no other cities like this And that they didn't like this That compton was the home of a foot in yo ass Where you got blast And now that's just a thing of the past Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in oak-land And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new And slangin ain't nothin new And for every nigga we done shot They done shot two Straight through and on since the sixties before i was born Families of young niggaz mourn So i'm just letting you know That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay Keep your hand on the clip Becaue oakland... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah, i'm telling y'all oakland... <is jus lyke compton> Moving on to st. louis, where thecountry is fucked With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up Where it's hot as a motherfucker Hot enough to make ya cuss That's why i kept my ass on the bus But later on, whenit cooled off we came down And met a couple of friends Who put us up on the st. louis cap The smith center, with big bob, little steve, tojo, biss and rich And a couple of bitches Then they took us to a man named gus in a store He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore That's when i started thinking that this wasn't like home But then they had to prove me wrong Cuz later that night after we did the show We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, bloods and crips start scrappin and shootin -- in missouri? Damn, how could this happen? Now st. louis... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah y'all, st. louis... <is jus lyke compton nigga> I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good They need to stop watchin that "colors" and "boyz in the hood" Too busy claimin sixties, tryin to be raw And never ever seen the shaw But now, back to the story that i'm tellin We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin When we arrived i saw red and blue sweatsuits When i'm thinkin bout horse dookey and cowboy boots I guess texas ain't no different from the rest And san antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test And before it was over the shit got deep A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin Little did they know that we was packin Yeah, we was puttin em down and squaring the rest, shit I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now san antonio... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah, san antonio... <is jus lyke compton bitch> After a month on the road We came home and i can safely say That l.a. is a much better place to stay How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away? But still my story ain't over cuz i got one more to tell And the people of colorado, they know it well It was all in the news and if you don't remember I had this show i did in denver With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin and shit To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs But i'm getting paid so i didn't pay it no mind Then i poured out my brew onto their face and chest Then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests When it was over two niggaz needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches Now denver... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah y'all, denver... <they wanna be like compton, bitch> And ya know that oakland... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah y'all st. louis... <we made it jus lyke compton, fools> Uh-huh, san antonio... <is jus lyke compton> Yeah, and denver... <they wanna be lyke compton, punk ass niggaz!> I thought ya knew... |
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