Finally out the motherfuckin C-P-T motherfuckin' C P T
Off to other cities and shit
No shit, no longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs...Moving 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 fightin' and shootouts and bangin bangin' and shit
All because a nigga made a hit, check it
Nineteen-ninety-one,
Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin nothin' that a nigga would hit
Then we broke out with the fonky shit
About bitches and niggaz and gettin 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 ass, where you got blast
And now that's just a thing of the pastenter added
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land Oakland
And niggaz was kickin kickin' up sand, to them bangin bangin' ain't nothin nothin' new
And slangin slangin' ain't nothin nothin' new
And for every nigga we done shot
They 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 keep your hand on the clip

Becaue Oakland... Because Oakland
(It's jus lyke Compton> Compton)
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... Oakland
(It's jus lyke Compton> Compton for y'all)

Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry the country is fucked
With gold teeth int ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker
Hot motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I kept my ass on the bus
But later on, whenit when it cooled off we came down
andAnd met a couple of friends
Who friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap
The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
andAnd a couple of bitchesenter added
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'Cuz later that night after we did the show
We went back to the afterset, after set, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin scrapping and shootin -- shootin' in Missouri?
Damn, how could this happen?

Now St. Louis... Louis
(It's jus lyke Compton> Compton)
Yeah y'all, St. Louis... Louis
(It's jus lyke Compton nigga> for y'all)

I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin watchin' that "Colors"
Colors and "Boyz Boyz in the Hood" Hood
Too busy claimin claiming Sixties, tryin tryin' to be raw
And never ever seen the Shaw
But now, back to the story that I'm tellin tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin bailin'
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits sweat suits
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I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was just waitin 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 thinkin' of scrappin scrappin'
Little did they know that we was packin packin'
Yeah, we was puttin em puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest

Now San Antonio... Antonio
(It's jus lyke Compton> Compton)
Yeah, San Antonio... Antonio
(It's jus lyke Compton bitch> for y'all)

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 '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 Denverenter added
With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin 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
thenThen they start throwin throwin' soda, and fuckin fuckin' up my guests
When it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches

Now Denver... Denver
(It's jus lyke Compton> Compton)
Yeah y'all, Denver... Denver
(They wanna be like Compton, bitch> bitch)

And ya know that Oakland... Oakland
(It's jus lyke Compton> Compton)
Yeah y'all y'all, St. Louis... Louis
(It's jus lyke Compton, fools> Compton)

Uh-huh, San Antonio... Antonio
(It's jus lyke Compton> Compton)
Yeah, and Denver... Denver
(They wanna be lyke
like Compton, punk ass niggaz!>
niggaz)
I thought ya knew... knew
(Yeah)