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Raised In Compton

Compton is the place that I touched down

I opened my eyes to realize I was dark brown

And right there in the ghetto that color costs

Brothers smothered by the streets meaning we're lost

I grew up in a place where it was go for your own

Don't get caught after dark roaming the danger zone

Cause it was hell at the age of twelve

As my Compton black brothers were in and out of jail

Years went on, I played with the school crap

Made it half way, it didn't pay, so I said fuck that

Cause right then it was the cash I was after

The street had a beat so I was caught up in the rapture

It said sell, sell, sell

And after that it was jail, jail, jail

I also kept a nine as my toy

I was only fifteen, so boys will be boys

So by sixteen I was hip to the groove

And fucking any stupid black bitch that move

And on top of that I was down for the hood

If you from Compton you know that the hood is where its good

So load up the gats and its down the avenue

I'm kinda fucked up so I guess I'll kill a few

Punk niggas trying to scheme on my tip

Geah I'm selling the cavi and I'm checkin' a grip

But now the high rolling days been cancelled

Damn, they kidnapped my homie for ransom

But that's an everyday thing that's what the news play

One times cant do shit so why the fuck do you pay

And this goes out to all those niggas that know what's popping

Fool that's when your raised in ComptonHe would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum

Either in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum

Either in jail, or someone would shoot himDrug wars, you got the pushers and the pimps

And to make things worse you got the bustas and the wimps

Gank bitches trying to scheme on my money

Sucker punks jack, now ain't that funny

But I'm a young nigga, with a respectable rep

But my brothers gangbanging, I guess I'll follow in his footsteps

Claiming a set, jacking a brother

Beating a bitch, you dis the hood I'll put you six feet under

Who gives a fuck if its wrong, no time for thinking

Just think of the bud and the eight ball drinking

So now its time to show my loyalty

Shoot up my enemy territory

And my brothers got my back they wont trip

And I'm in it to win it so I won't slip

It was like we had a gangbang rally

A thousand motherfucking thuggish niggas in the alley

So while we waited to peel a cap

The suckers crept, damn, shot me in the back

So now I bail in a wheelchair, no more stomping

Raised in Compton

Geah, y'know what I'm sayin'?

MC Eiht and Compton's Most Wanted putting niggas to rest

Side by each, y'know what I'm saying? Putting em down

Cause Compton is the place with the base

And if you don't like it take two to the face

MC Eiht, and I'm outta hereHe would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum

Either in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum

Either in jail, or someone would shoot him

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