- DJ Quik Jus Lyke Compton 歌詞
- DJ Quik
- Finally out the motherfuckin C P T
Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit
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 and shootouts and bangin and shit
All because a nigga made a hit, check it
Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit
Then we broke out with the fonky shit
About bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off that bud
I was doing the shit they hadnt heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasnt no other cities like this
And that they didnt like this
That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast
And now thats just a thing of the past
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland
And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them bangin aint nothin new
And slangin aint nothin new
And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young niggaz mourn
So Im just letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip
Because Oakland
(Its jus lyke Compton)
Yeah, Im telling yall Oakland
(Its jus lyke Compton for yall )
Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked
With gold teeth aint hey mouth, but theystill know whats up
Where its hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss
Thats 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
Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore
Thats when I started thinking that this wasnt like home
But then they had to prove me wrong
Cuz later that night after we did the show
We went back to the after set, and wouldnt ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin in Missouri?
Damn, how could this happen?
Now St. Louis
(Its jus lyke Compton)
Yeah yall, St. Louis
(Its jus lyke Compton for yall)
I dont think they know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin that Colors and Boyz in the Hood
Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin to be raw
And never ever seen the Shaw
But now, back to the story that Im tellin
We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits
When Im thinkin bout horse donkey and cowboy boots
I guess Texas aint no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was just 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 of scrappin
Little did they know that we was packin
Yeah, we was puttin em down and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest
Now San Antonio
(Its jus lyke Compton)
Yeah, San Antonio
(Its jus lyke Compton for yall)
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 aint 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 dont remember
I had this show I did in Denver
With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin and shit
To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs
But Im getting paid so I didnt 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
When it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches
Now Denver
(Its jus lyke Compton)
Yeah yall, Denver
(They wanna be like Compton, bitch)
And ya know that Oakland
(Its jus lyke Compton)
Yeah yall, St. Louis
(Its jus lyke Compton)
Uh-huh, San Antonio
(Its jus lyke Compton)
Yeah, and Denver
( They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)
I thought yaknew
(Yeah)
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