Jus Lyke Compton lyrics

Artist  : Dj Quik 
Song : Jus Lyke Compton
 
Finally out the motherf**kin 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 sh*t 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 bit*hes and niggaz and gettin drunken off
that bud
I was doing the sh*t 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...
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland...
Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is
f**ked
With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still
know what's up
Where it's hot as a motherf**ker
Hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I kept my as* 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 bit*hes
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...
Yeah y'all, St. Louis...
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 sh*t 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...
Yeah, San Antonio...
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 as* promoter in a bunk as* skating
rink
Bit*hes 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 f**kin up my
guests
When it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being punk as*
bit*hes
Now Denver...
Yeah y'all, Denver...
And ya know that Oakland...
Yeah y'all St. Louis...
Uh-huh, San Antonio...
Yeah, and Denver...
I thought ya knew...