Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the muthafuckin' C-P-T Off to other cities and shit No longer just an underground hit Movin thangs... a local nigga made good I made a name off of making tapes for niggas 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 nothing not a nigga was hittin' Then we broke out with the fonky shit About bitches and niggas and gettin drunk and 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 they didn't like this That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass Where you got blast, and now that's just a thing of the past Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land And niggas was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new And slangin ain't nothin new And for every nigga we done shot They done shot two Straight doin' locs since the sixties, before I was born Families of young niggas mourn So I'm just letting you know That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay Keep your hand on your clip Because Oakland Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland Moving on to St. Louis, where they country as fuck With gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup Where it's hot as a muthafucka 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 Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store 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 We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri? Damn, how could this happen? Now St. Louis Yeah y'all, St. Louis 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" Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw And never ever seen the Shaw But now, back to the story that I'm tellin We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits When I'm thinkin bout horse dookie, 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 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 scaring the rest, yo I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now San Antonio Yeah, San Antonio 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 niggas in a town like this Have such a big influence on niggas so far away? 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 punk ass promoter, in a bunk ass skatin rink Bitches was lovin it, but niggas 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 Guess When it was over two niggas needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches Now Denver Yeah, y'all Denver I thought ya knew