DJ Quik - Jus Lyke Compton lyrics

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
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland

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 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 sweatsuit's
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 yeah, San Antonio

After a month on the road
We came home and I can safely say
That LA 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 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