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Jus Lyke Compton

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 itNineteen 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 hadn't heard of

But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this

And that 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 pastLet me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland

And niggaz 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 through and on since the sixties before I was born

Families of young niggaz mourn

So I'm just letting you know

That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clipBecause Oakland

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked

With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up

Where it's hot as a motherfucker, 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 bitchesThen they took us to a man named Gus in a store

He put me 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 after set, and wouldn't ya know

Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?

Damn, how could this happen?Now St. Louis

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah y'all, St. Louis

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)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 claiming 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 sweat suits

When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy bootsI 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 squaring the rest, shit

I even had to wear the bulletproof vestNow San Antonio

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, San Antonio

(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)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 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 DenverWith 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 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 guests

When it was over two niggaz needed stitches

Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitchesNow Denver

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah y'all, Denver

(They wanna be like Compton, bitch)And ya know that Oakland

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah y'all, St. Louis

(It's jus lyke Compton)Uh-huh, San Antonio

(It's jus lyke Compton)

Yeah, and Denver

(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)

I thought ya knew

(Yeah)

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