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Born and Raised in Compton
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik
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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
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(Compton) 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 I'm doublin up and provin to suckers that I can throw
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I'm passin a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go
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Yes, I'm definitely freestylin, all the while still profilin
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Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show
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So now that's how 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 Compton
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(Born and raised)
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(Born and raised)
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(Born and raised in Compton)
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(Where you from, fool?)
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(Compton)
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[ 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 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 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 Quik is takin over
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I really don't think I should have to explain
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It, oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover
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And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain
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Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest
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Because I got the '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 DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest
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I'm comin like this, and I'm comin directly
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Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if 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 C-o-m-p-t-o-n
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Kick it
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(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
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(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 Teddy Bear
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What's up nigga?
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What's up KK?
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My buddy D
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We got AMG most definitely in the house
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What's up Pretty Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin
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Talkin about the Armstrong Pack
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Straight got my muthafuckin back
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To my buddy 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 Itch
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And Tony Lang is chillin
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To my nigga Gangsta Wayne
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And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'
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And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue
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And we out
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Peace
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Born and Raised in Compton
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| DJ Quik |
