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Jus Lyke Compton
DJ Quik
Jus Lyke Compton
Finally out the motherfuckin C-P-T
Off to other cities and shit
No longer just an underground hit
Movin 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 it
Nineteen-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 past
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land
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 clip
Becaue Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>
Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is fucked
With gold teeth int 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, whenit 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 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 afterset, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in
Missouri?
Damn, how could this happen?
Now St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all, St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton nigga>
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 dookey 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 squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest
Now San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah, San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton bitch>
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 Denver
With 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 bitches
Now Denver... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all, Denver... <they wanna be like Compton, bitch>
And ya know that Oakland... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all St. Louis... <we made it jus lyke Compton,
fools>
Uh-huh, San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah, and Denver... <they wanna be lyke Compton, punk ass
niggaz!>
I thought ya knew...
Igual que en Compton
Finalmente fuera del maldito C-P-T
De camino a otras ciudades y cosas
Ya no solo un éxito underground
Moviendo cosas... un negro local que triunfó
Y se hizo un nombre haciendo cintas para negros en el barrio
Y ahora, déjame contar una pequeña historia
Sobre los lugares que he visitado y las cosas por las que he pasado
Como peleas y tiroteos y pandillas y cosas
Todo porque un negro tuvo un éxito, escucha
Mil novecientos noventa y uno, era doble o nada que un negro tendría un éxito
Entonces rompimos con la mierda fonky
Sobre putas y negros y emborracharse con esa hierba
Yo estaba haciendo lo que no habían escuchado
Pero fui tonto al pensar que no había otras ciudades como esta
Y que no les gustaba esto
Que Compton era el hogar de un pie en tu trasero
Donde te disparaban
Y ahora eso es solo cosa del pasado
Déjame decirte por qué de primera mano, hicimos un show en Oak-land
Y los negros estaban armando un alboroto, para ellos pelear no es nada nuevo
Y traficar no es nada nuevo
Y por cada negro que hemos disparado
Ellos han disparado dos
Directo y en desde los sesenta antes de que yo naciera
Familias de jóvenes negros lloran
Así que solo te estoy avisando
Que si planeas hacer un viaje a la bahía
Mantén tu mano en el cargador
Porque Oakland... <es igual que en Compton>
Sí, les digo a todos Oakland... <es igual que en Compton>
Pasando a St. Louis, donde el país está jodido
Con dientes de oro en sus bocas, pero aún saben lo que pasa
Donde hace un calor de la mierda
Suficiente para hacerte maldecir
Por eso mantuve mi trasero en el autobús
Pero más tarde, cuando se enfrió, bajamos
y conocimos a un par de amigos
Que nos presentaron la gorra de St. Louis
El Centro Smith, con Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss y Rich
y un par de putas
Luego nos llevaron a un hombre llamado Gus en una tienda
Él me consiguió un collar de hueso y zapatos a montones
Fue entonces cuando empecé a pensar que esto no era como en casa
Pero luego tuvieron que demostrarme lo contrario
Porque más tarde esa noche después de hacer el show
Regresamos al after, y ¿no sabes?
Sí, Bloods y Crips empezaron a pelear y disparar - ¿en Missouri?
Maldición, ¿cómo pudo pasar esto?
Ahora St. Louis... <es igual que en Compton>
Sí, todos ustedes, St. Louis... <es igual que en Compton, negro>
No creo que sepan, están demasiado locos para su propio bien
Deberían dejar de ver esas películas



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