Just Another Day In Compton

Yeah, just another day in Compton

Peepin' out the window, as the brothers they begin
Just another day in the hub and yo, it's time to make some ends
Wipin' the shit outta my eyes, I open up then close the door
My gear is on the racks and my shoes are on the floor
'Cause I believe in lookin' nice and docky

Makin' the ladies wanna hug me and I'm rolling
Around Compton like a dog, see
'Cause niggas kill you for a dress code
Your brain is blown, your car is towed
Those are the niggas stuck and stupid mo'

But right now, they say it's peace, niggas on
TV sayin'the war is ceased
But in the hub, niggas are killin' police
So I'm jumping in the shower with these thoughts on my dome
I'm always wondering when I leave, will I make it home?
But you can't always worry, so I get dressed in a hurry

Throw my one man show, and then I'm out the do'
'Cause life wouldn't be the same without a
Little bit of danger to keep it bumpin'
It's just another day in Compton

Compton, Compton
Co-Co-Co-Compton

I heads outside, jumps in the fo', it's time to go
Grabs my volume CD and I put boogies where I flow
See, homies on the corner Greenleaf and Cuzco
Bump, pump, bust the ride in big time liquor store
My fo's is low, I'm mackin' into a hoe
I grabs her a brew just like that because she's a hood rat

I gotta go because that toss (hoe) ain't my type
And plus I got a blunt in my mouth and she's a high
It's that the day I call my homie: What's the hap?
He said I'm on Spruce by my mom's house shooting craps
I'm on my way, I'm crossing the boulevard tracks
Past big white Compton Court Building and I just might
Hit a left to Indie goin' grabbin' another sack

Acacia is kinda hot with the law, so I bust back
Through the town down terry and Greenleaf
It's almost two and I invited at my weed leaf
I hit women to makin' it right gonna get my homie
I got fools hittin' me up like they don't know me

But I was like that too with nothing better to do
Than drink a brew and roll around with the gangsta crew
So I ignored the straight flowin' pass the fons
Then I cross Alondra Boulevard
That's when I wonder how these
Brothers sit around in the city doin' nothin'
It's just another day in Compton

Compton, Compton
Co-Co-Co-Compton

I picked up low dancing niggas 'bout to throw down
Over a trick looking tossed up and towed down
I keep my car running, blow the horn and homie up
I'm only with watching a boxing on HBO
So he jumps in, we checkin' where the hoe's at

But first I gotta hits Spee's house and get my gat
I'm rolling past a park, niggas shooting dice and playing ball
And ain't no writing on the wall
So we stops and checks out my nigga Spee
Ended up playing domino's, calling hoes and smoking weed

But just then I got a page from a friend
There's a party in the Compton Ramada and we're all in
I say we'll be there but first we need something to wear
We can't hit the Compton swap meet, the whole party's there
So we jets to the mall, get some gear and we dress by nine
With round shakers on our mind

So now we rollin' we pull in about ten
Rollin' low down 750 IL drinking gin
We saw a Prada hoe, so we know it's on
With the hoe hopper panty dropping, pass me that cologne
We gets it at the bar where we see my nigga Jix
Yo, man, what's up put the drinks for my [?]

We passed up, It's time to mac, the party's on
Next thing you know it's time to go 'cause the night is gone
It's funny how time flies when you having fun
There wasn't a scrap and nobody pulled out a gun
So we heads to the house, tow up, it's time to turn in
Another day in Compton, yo

Compton, Compton
Co-Co-Co-Compton