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Finally out the mother******' C P T |
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Off to other cities and ************t, no longer just an underground hit |
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Moving thangs, a local ******* made good |
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And made a name off of making tapes for *******z in the hood |
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And now, let me tell a little story |
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About the places that I been to and the ************t that I been through |
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Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and ************t |
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All because a ******* made a hit, check it |
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Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a ******* would hit |
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Then we broke out with the fonky ************t |
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About ******* and *******z and gettin' drunken off that bud |
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I was doing the ************t they hadn't heard of |
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But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this |
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And that they didn't like this |
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That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast |
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And now that's just a thing of the past |
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Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland |
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And *******z was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new |
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And slangin' ain't nothin' new |
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And for every ******* we done shot they done shot two |
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Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born |
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Families of young *******z mourn |
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So I'm just letting you know |
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That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip |
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Because Oakland |
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(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland |
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(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) |
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Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is ****** |
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With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up |
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Where it's hot as a mother*******, hot enough to make ya cuss |
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That's why I kept my ass on the bus |
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But later on, when it cooled off we came down |
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And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap |
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The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich |
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And a couple of ******* |
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Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store |
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He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore |
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That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home |
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But then they had to prove me wrong |
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'Cuz later that night after we did the show |
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We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know |
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Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri? |
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Damn, how could this happen? |
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Now St. Louis |
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(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah y'all, St. Louis |
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(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) |
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I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good |
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They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood |
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Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw |
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And never ever seen the Shaw |
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But now, back to the story that I'm tellin' |
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We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin' |
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When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits |
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When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots |
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I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest |
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And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test |
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And before it was over the ************t got deep |
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A ******* got shot in the face, and was dead in the street |
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Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin' |
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Little did they know that we was packin' |
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Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, ************t |
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I even had to wear the bulletproof vest |
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Now San Antonio |
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(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah, San Antonio |
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(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) |
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After a month on the road |
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We came home and I can safely say |
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That L.A. is a much better place to stay |
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How could a bunch of *******z in a town like this |
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Have such a big influence on *******z so far away? |
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But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell |
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And the people of Colorado, they know it well |
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It was all in the news and if you don't remember |
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I had this show I did in Denver |
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With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink |
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******* was loving it, but *******z was shovin' and ************t |
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To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs |
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But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind |
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Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest |
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Then they start throwin' soda, and ******' up my guests |
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When it was over two *******z needed stitches |
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Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass ******* |
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Now Denver |
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(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah y'all, Denver |
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(They wanna be like Compton, ************) |
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And ya know that Oakland |
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(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah y'all, St. Louis |
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(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Uh-huh, San Antonio |
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(It's jus lyke Compton) |
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Yeah, and Denver |
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(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass *******z) |
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I thought ya knew |
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(Yeah) |
