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Born And Raised In Compton

Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik

I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick

A lotta people already know exactly where it's at

Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack

(Compton) yeah, that's the name of the hometown

I'm going down in the town where my name is all around

The suckers just be having a fit, and that's a pity

But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)

See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw

I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go

Yes, I'm definitely free styling, all the while still profiling

Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show

So now that's how I'm living

I do as I please, you see

A younger brother that's up on reality

Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping

If you're born and raised in Compton

(Born and raised)

(Born and raised)

(Born and raised in Compton)

(Where you from, fool?)

(Compton)

Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see

But then I found that it wasn't no place for me

Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit

Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit

They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role

Just because my equipment got stole

But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown

They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down

So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-

Ass clocker, now you're ducking, cause you can't stop a brother

Like the quiksta, because I'm true to the game

You're lame, and things ain't gonn' never be the same

Cause a nigga like the Quik is taking over

I really don't think I should have to explain

It, oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't rover

And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain

Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest

Because I got the 'cpt' sign written across my chest

A funky dope brother never ceases to impress

My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest

I'm coming like this, and I'm coming directly

Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doing damage quite effectively

Rhyming is a battle zone, and suckers have no win

Cause I'm a veteran from the see-o-m-p-t-o-n

Kick it

(born and raised)

Hell motherfucking yeah

Funky dope for the nine-ace

DJ quik is in the motherfucking house

Yeah

(born and raised in Compton)

Yo, check this shit out

Right about now

I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy teddy bear

What's up nigga?

What's up kk?

My buddy d

We got AMG most definitely in the house

What's up pretty Greg and big Baby Brian cold chilling

Talking about the Armstrong pack

Straight got my motherfucking back

To my buddy no way what's up, fool

Roche is in the house

My buddy donzelli

You know what's happening, fool

What's up itch

And Tony Lang is chilling

To my nigga gangsta Wayne

And my engineer Joe getting busy on the floor

And last but not least I'd like to thank shabby blue

And we out

Peace

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written by HAYES, ISAAC / ISBELL, ALVERTIS / BLAKE, DAVID MARVIN

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