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Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T

Finally got a chance to leave the C-P-T

Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit

Off to other cities to trip

Moving thangs, a local nigga made good

No longer just an underground hit

And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood

Movin thangs... a local brother made good

I made a name off of making tapes for homies 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

Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and trip

All because a nigga made a hit, check it

All because I came out with a hit, check it

Nineteen-ninety-one, while everybody else is smokin the splits

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit

I was thinkin of the fonky hits

Then we broke out with the fonky shit

About hoochies and playaz and gettin drunk and off that bud

About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud

I was doing the things they hadn't heard of

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

That Compton was the home of the gangster class

And now that's just a thing of the past

Where you got blast and knowledge, that's a thing of the past

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland

And brothers was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new

And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new

And slangin ain't nothin new

And slangin' ain't nothin' new

And for every sucker we done shot

And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two

They done shot two

Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born

Straight doin dope since the sixties, before I was born

Families of young niggaz mourn

Families of hardheads 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

That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay

Keep your hand on the clip

Because Oakland

Becaue Oakland... is jus lyke Compton

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... is jus lyke Compton fool

Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)

Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked

With gold teeth ain't 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, when it 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

Moving on to St. Louis, where they thinki they be buffin

with gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup

And the summer is kinda hot

Hot enough to make ya cuss

And that's why I stayed on the bus

But later on when it cooled off we came

down and made 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 hoochies

Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store

He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore

He put us 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

Cuz later that night after we did the show

We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know

We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know

Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?

Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri?

Damn, how could this happen?

Now St. Louis

Now St. Louis... is jus lyke Compton

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah y'all, St. Louis... we made it jus lyke Compton fool

Yeah y'all, St. Louis

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)

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

They need to stop watchin that "Colors"

Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw

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'

But now, back to the story that I'm tellin

We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'

We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin

When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits

When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits

When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots

When I'm thinkin bout hors d'ouvers, 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 San Antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test

And before it was over the shit got deep

And before it was over the show got deep

A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street

A fool got shot in the face, and was dead in the street

Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'

Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin

Little did they know that we was packin'

Little did they know that we was packin

Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit

Yeah, we was puttin em down and scaring the rest, yo

I even had to wear the bulletproof vest

Now San Antonio

Now San Antonio... is jus lyke Compton

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, San Antonio... is jus lyke Compton punks

Yeah, San Antonio

(It's jus lyke Compton 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

How could a bunch of suckers in a town like this

Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?

Have such a big influence on brothers so far away?

But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell

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 first time promoter, it was done in a skatin rink

With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink

Hoochies was lovin us, but suckers was ready to bust

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

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

Got cracked in they jaw for being nothin but snitches

Now Denver

Now Denver... is jus lyke Compton

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, and Denver... they wanna be lyke Compton, fools!

Yeah y'all, Denver

...

(They wanna be like Compton, bitch)

I thought ya knew...

And ya know that Oakland

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah y'all, St. Louis

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Uh-huh, San Antonio

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, and Denver

(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)

I thought ya knew

(Yeah)

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