DJ Quik - Born And Raised In Compton lyrics
[DJ Quik - Born And Raised In Compton lyrics]
Now everybody wants to know the truth
About a brother named Quik
I come from the school of the sly
Wicked and the slick
A lotta people already know
Excatly where it's at
Cause it's the home of the
Jackers and the crack (Compton) yeah
That's the name of the hometown
I'm goin down in the town where
My name is all around
The suckers just be havin a fit
And that's a pity
But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city)
See, my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin
To suckers that I can throw
I'm passin a natural ten or four or
Six or eight before I go
Yes, I'm definitely freestylin
All the while still profilin
Never a trickster
DJ Quikster steals the show
So now that's how I'm livin
I do as I please, you see
A younger brother that's up on reality
Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton
(Born and raised, Born and raised)
(Born and raised in Compton)
(Where you from, fool?, Compton)
Now Compton is the place
Where the homeboys chill, you see
But then I found that it
Wasn't no place for me
Cause way back in the day somebody
Musta wanted me to quit
Because they broke in my house
And cold stole my shit
They musta thought that I was
Gonna play the punk role
Just because my equipment got stole
But I ain't goin out like no sucker-ass clown
They found they couldn't keep
A dope nigga down
So here's some bass in your face
Muthafucka silly sucker-
Ass clocker, now you're duckin
Cause you can't stop a brother
Like the Quiksta
Because I'm true to the game you're lame
And things ain't gonn' never be the same
Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin over
I really don't think I should have to explain
It, oh yeah, I'm a dog
But my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest
Because I got the 'Cpt' sign
Written across my chest
A funky dope brother never ceases to impress
My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest
I'm comin like this, and I'm comin directly
Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm
Doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone
And suckers have no win
Cause I'm a veteran from the C-o-m-p-t-o-n
Kick it
(Born and raised)
Hell muthafuckin yeah
Funky dope for the nine-ace
DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house yeah
(Born and raised in Compton)
Yo, check this shit out right about now
I'd like to send a shout out
To my buddy Teddy Bear what's up nigga?
What's up KK? My buddy D
We got AMG most definitely in the house
What's up Pretty Greg and Big
Baby Brian cold chillin
Talkin about the Armstrong Pack
Straight got my muthafuckin back
To my buddy No Way what's up, fool
Roche is in the house my buddy Donzelli
You know what's happenin, fool
What's up Itch and Tony Lang is chillin
To my nigga Gangsta Wayne
And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'
And last but not least I'd
Like to thank Shabby Blue and we out
Peace
About a brother named Quik
I come from the school of the sly
Wicked and the slick
A lotta people already know
Excatly where it's at
Cause it's the home of the
Jackers and the crack (Compton) yeah
That's the name of the hometown
I'm goin down in the town where
My name is all around
The suckers just be havin a fit
And that's a pity
But I ain't doin nothin but (claimin my city)
See, my lyrics I'm doublin up and provin
To suckers that I can throw
I'm passin a natural ten or four or
Six or eight before I go
Yes, I'm definitely freestylin
All the while still profilin
Never a trickster
DJ Quikster steals the show
So now that's how I'm livin
I do as I please, you see
A younger brother that's up on reality
Cause everybody knows you have to be stompin
If you're born and raised in Compton
(Born and raised, Born and raised)
(Born and raised in Compton)
(Where you from, fool?, Compton)
Now Compton is the place
Where the homeboys chill, you see
But then I found that it
Wasn't no place for me
Cause way back in the day somebody
Musta wanted me to quit
Because they broke in my house
And cold stole my shit
They musta thought that I was
Gonna play the punk role
Just because my equipment got stole
But I ain't goin out like no sucker-ass clown
They found they couldn't keep
A dope nigga down
So here's some bass in your face
Muthafucka silly sucker-
Ass clocker, now you're duckin
Cause you can't stop a brother
Like the Quiksta
Because I'm true to the game you're lame
And things ain't gonn' never be the same
Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin over
I really don't think I should have to explain
It, oh yeah, I'm a dog
But my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest
Because I got the 'Cpt' sign
Written across my chest
A funky dope brother never ceases to impress
My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest
I'm comin like this, and I'm comin directly
Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm
Doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone
And suckers have no win
Cause I'm a veteran from the C-o-m-p-t-o-n
Kick it
(Born and raised)
Hell muthafuckin yeah
Funky dope for the nine-ace
DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house yeah
(Born and raised in Compton)
Yo, check this shit out right about now
I'd like to send a shout out
To my buddy Teddy Bear what's up nigga?
What's up KK? My buddy D
We got AMG most definitely in the house
What's up Pretty Greg and Big
Baby Brian cold chillin
Talkin about the Armstrong Pack
Straight got my muthafuckin back
To my buddy No Way what's up, fool
Roche is in the house my buddy Donzelli
You know what's happenin, fool
What's up Itch and Tony Lang is chillin
To my nigga Gangsta Wayne
And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'
And last but not least I'd
Like to thank Shabby Blue and we out
Peace