Finally out the m*********** C-P-T
Off to other cities and s***
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local n**** made good
And made a name off of making tapes for n***** in the hood
And now, let me tell a little story
About the places that I been to and the s*** that I been through
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and s***
All because a n**** made a hit, check it
Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a n**** would hit
Then we broke out with the fonky s***
About b****** and n***** and gettin drunken off that bud
I was doing the s*** 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 a**
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 n***** was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new
And slangin ain't nothin new
And for every n**** we done shot
They done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young n***** 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 f*****
With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where it's hot as a m***********
Hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I kept my a** 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 b******
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?
d***, how could this happen?
Now St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all, St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton n****>
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 s*** got deep
A n**** 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, s***
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest
Now San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah, San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton b****>
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 n***** in a town like this
Have such a big influence on n***** 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 a** promoter in a bunk a** skating rink
b****** was loving it, but n***** was shovin and s***
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***** up my guests
When it was over two n***** needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being punk a** b******
Now Denver... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all, Denver... <they wanna be like Compton, b****>
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 a** n*****!>
I thought ya knew...
Off to other cities and s***
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local n**** made good
And made a name off of making tapes for n***** in the hood
And now, let me tell a little story
About the places that I been to and the s*** that I been through
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and s***
All because a n**** made a hit, check it
Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a n**** would hit
Then we broke out with the fonky s***
About b****** and n***** and gettin drunken off that bud
I was doing the s*** 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 a**
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 n***** was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new
And slangin ain't nothin new
And for every n**** we done shot
They done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young n***** 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 f*****
With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where it's hot as a m***********
Hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I kept my a** 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 b******
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?
d***, how could this happen?
Now St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all, St. Louis... <is jus lyke Compton n****>
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 s*** got deep
A n**** 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, s***
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest
Now San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah, San Antonio... <is jus lyke Compton b****>
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 n***** in a town like this
Have such a big influence on n***** 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 a** promoter in a bunk a** skating rink
b****** was loving it, but n***** was shovin and s***
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***** up my guests
When it was over two n***** needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being punk a** b******
Now Denver... <is jus lyke Compton>
Yeah y'all, Denver... <they wanna be like Compton, b****>
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 a** n*****!>
I thought ya knew...