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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 exactly where it's at |
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'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack, Compton |
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Yeah, that's the name of my 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 |
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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 that's how I'm livin', 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, born and raised |
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Born and raised in Compton |
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Born and raised |
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Born and raised |
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Born |
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Compton |
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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 gonna 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 it |
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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 the 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, kick it |
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Born and raised |
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Born and raised |
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Born and raised, born and raised |
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Born and raised in Compton |
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Born and raised |
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Born and raised |
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Born born born and raised in Compton |
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Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton |
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Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton |
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Yo, check this shit out, 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? What's up KK? 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, 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, my buddy Donzelli |
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You know what's happenin', fool, what's up Itch? |
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And Tony Lang is chillin', 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, peace |
