DJ Quik, BlaKKazz KK - So Compton lyrics

Yeah ain’t nothin’ but DJ Quik, my boy KK
Doing a little dedication to the neighborhood
That raised us the Hub City
KK reintroduce yourself

You don’t know me, bitch just wish you could
I’m KK with the cat
From the Compton backwoods
With a city full of stars, wannabes
Young G’s, rats, euro Cutlasses, ‘Lacs
Dippin’, swervin’, niggas still servin’ yay
Through the valley of death
Best keep your wheels turnin’
Look and learn, tweed burn by the minute
Trickin’ the private throats
Can’t if my hustle ain’t it man, get wit’ it
I shouldn’t be reasoning the rules
It’s harder by the second tryin’ not
To use the proper tools
But fools get sent to school
With all that tryna clown


That junk poppin’ too much
Could get’cha tossed around
And broke down by necessary parts
Brains, balls, dick
And muthafuckin’ heart from the start
You niggas underestimatin’ skills?
Sittin’ back talkin’ ‘bout "Y’all
Niggas ain’t real"
While all you hookers lose your will
We chillin’ in the zone spaces
Business ain’t concernin’ you
So stay up out our face
The chase on, hold it tight when on the mic
You ain’t actin’ right, off with your lights

This is so Compton it’s so Aranbe and Spruce
It’s so Kemp Street, it’s so Rosecrans
So muthafuckin’ Compton it’s so 105 Freeway
East to west in the evening
Too muthafuckin’ Compton

You know we blowin’ tweed
Ain’t no need to mention drinkin’ fluid
You caught up on your water
Well now you’re going through it
That’s a blast I’m a not the type to do it
Turn in your player pass
Ya blew it take that there
Chew it with your slow movement
I’m paced, KK style but true to it
220, but now you know the time gon’ blow it
Search yourself first, girl, then go for it
Calm down, way down before you throw it
Hold on
Disinfect your mouth ‘fore you choke it
Now ain’t no jokin’, before I start pokin’
You gotta stop that tweakin’
Tryna kiss me and loc
Yeah, bitch, back on the scene
Cut black clean, blessed, unstressed
And still lookin’ 19
While haters I went to school with
They to the curb like exes, when I see ‘em
They be frownin’ with no words
I don’t deserve, rumors unheard
Never Hollywood
Guys, my bodyguard is why I’m
Solo through your hoods
Now to the blunts, it all ain’t good
You the type to bleeze stuck
Up in your fantasy, bitch

This is so Compton it’s so Gonzalez Park
Muthafuckin’ Compton it’s so Lueders Park
So muthafuckin’ Compton
So Jim’s Burgers, so Dees Liquor

Hey, I’m live, I’m givin’, I’m livin’ it
See or it or be it as you may
You know you can’t fuck wit’ it
That keep it real wit’ it
Man, I’m standing here, the truth
And being KK without something to prove
Everybody got something to lose
When the button get pushed and it’s you
It’s getting battered and bruised
Then there’s nothing left to do
Except for you
Sitting at home, phonin’ the black and blue
Now why glorify a killer or thug
Gangsta banger then run and hide, terrified
Fearing the danger i’m remaining the same
Bald head, black
Part of the original West Coast
Rap gang from Compton pacific C
California one of three West states
That producin’ that stankonia
I’m putting that 2nd I I None
On ya now move, muthafucka, ‘cause I’m

This is so Compton it’s so Aranbe and Spruce
It’s so Kemp Street, it’s so Rosecrans
So muthafuckin’ Compton it’s so 105 Freeway
In the morning or the evening
It’s too muthafuckin’ Compton
It’s so Jim’s Burgers, so Dees Liquor
So neighborhood this is so Compton
It’s so Centennial, it’s so Compton High
It’s all to the good so muthafuckin’ Compton
It’s so Black Tone, it’s so Big Ducky
It’s so Quik’s hood too muthafuckin’ Compton
It’s so Tree Will, so Big Chubbs
Every last hood so muthafuckin’ Compton
The Hub City, C-O-M-P T-O-N
It’s too muthafuckin’ Compton