COMPTON ISN'T TOO FAR AWAY
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by Afroman
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When I was young we wanted to get out the ghetto
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But after we moved out of the ghetto
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It was hard to get things we needed
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I took a picture in the hood
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Standing by the door
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White T shirt and black khakis
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Sagging kind of low
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I see the corner that I worked
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With my homies in the back
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LAPD searching us
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Looking for some crack
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I don’t need to be the king of the world
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All I need is some activator
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For my Jehri curl
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CHORUS:
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Compton isn’t too far away
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Neither is South Central LA
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No matter what the cops try and say
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We move from South Central
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To the desert of the real high
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Palmdale-Lancaster
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Blue suburban sky
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When I come home late at night
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The sheriff harasses me
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He puts me in the choke hold
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So bad I can barely breath
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I’m the hungry hustler Afroman
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I’m going parking lot platinum in my Astrovan
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CHORUS:
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Compton isn’t too far away
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Neither is South Central LA
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No matter what the cops try and say
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I’m selling yay
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I see police lights
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On palmdale boulevard
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Back-up units pulling up
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I’m thinking oh my god
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I got nowhere else to go
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My hands are in the air
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I don’t know what to do
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But you can’t have my weed and my brew
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Compton Isn't Too Far Away
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| Afroman |
