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Jus Lyke Compton
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Finally out the motherfuckin C-P-T
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Off to other cities and shit
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No longer just an underground hit
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Movin 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 I been to and the shit that 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 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
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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 Oak-land
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And 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
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They done shot two
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Straight through and on since the sixties before 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
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Keep your hand on the clip
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Becaue Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>
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Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>
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Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is fucked
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With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up
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Where it's hot as a motherfucker
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Hot enough to make ya cuss
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That's why I kept my ass on the bus
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But later on, whenit cooled off we came down
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and met a couple of friends
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Who put us up on the St. Louis cap
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The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
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and a couple of bitches
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Then they took us to a man named 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 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 afterset, and wouldn't ya know
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Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri?
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Damn, how could this happen?
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Now St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton>
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Yeah y'all, St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton nigga>
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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 "Colors" and "Boyz in the Hood"
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Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw
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And never ever seen the Shaw
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But now, back to the story that 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 I saw red and blue sweatsuits
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When I'm thinkin bout horse dookey 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... <is jus lyke Compton>
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Yeah, San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton bitch>
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After a month on the road
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We came home and 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 I got one more to tell
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And the people of 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 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 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... <is jus lyke Compton>
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Yeah y'all, Denver... <they wanna be like Compton, bitch>
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And ya know that Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>
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Yeah y'all St. Louis... <we made it jus lyke Compton, fools>
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Uh-huh, San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton>
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Yeah, and Denver... <they wanna be lyke Compton, punk ass niggaz!>
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I thought ya knew...
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Jus Lyke Compton
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| DJ Quik |
