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) [ VERSE 2 ] 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 ******t 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 **** ****** down So here's some bass in your face, mutha******a 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 **** brother never ceases to impress My name is DJ Quik, so you can ****** 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 mutha****** yeah Funky **** for the nine-ace DJ Quik is in the mutha****** house Yeah (Born and raised in Compton) Yo, check this ******t out Right about now I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear What's up ******? What's up KK? My buddy D We got A MG most definitely in the house What's up Pretty Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin Talkin about the Armstrong Pack Straight got my mutha****** 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 ****** 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
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) [ VERSE 2 ] 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 ******t 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 **** ****** down So here's some bass in your face, mutha******a 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 **** brother never ceases to impress My name is DJ Quik, so you can ****** 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 mutha****** yeah Funky **** for the nine-ace DJ Quik is in the mutha****** house Yeah (Born and raised in Compton) Yo, check this ******t out Right about now I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear What's up ******? What's up KK? My buddy D We got A MG most definitely in the house What's up Pretty Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin Talkin about the Armstrong Pack Straight got my mutha****** 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 ****** 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
