Finally out the mother******' C P TOff to other cities and ************t, no longer just an underground hit Moving thangs, a local ******* made good And made a name off of making tapes for *******z in the hood And now, let me tell a little story About the places that I been to and the ************t that I been through Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and ************t All because a ******* made a hit, check it Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a ******* would hit Then we broke out with the fonky ************t About ******* and *******z and gettin' drunken off that bud I was doing the ************t 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 OaklandAnd *******z was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new And slangin' ain't nothin' new And for every ******* we done shot they done shot two Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born Families of young *******z 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 Because Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is ****** With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up Where it's hot as a mother*******, hot enough to make ya cuss That's why I kept my ass on the bus But later on, when it 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 ******* 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 after set, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?Damn, how could this happen? Now St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah y'all, St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the HoodToo busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw And never ever seen the ShawBut 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 sweat suits When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey 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 ************t got deep A ******* 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, ************t I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now San Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah, San Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) 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 *******z in a town like this Have such a big influence on *******z 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 ******* was loving it, but *******z was shovin' and ************t 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 ******' up my guests When it was over two *******z needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass ******* Now Denver(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah y'all, Denver(They wanna be like Compton, ************) And ya know that Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah y'all, St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton) Uh-huh, San Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah, and Denver(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass *******z) I thought ya knew(Yeah)
Finally out the mother******' C P TOff to other cities and ************t, no longer just an underground hit Moving thangs, a local ******* made good And made a name off of making tapes for *******z in the hood And now, let me tell a little story About the places that I been to and the ************t that I been through Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and ************t All because a ******* made a hit, check it Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a ******* would hit Then we broke out with the fonky ************t About ******* and *******z and gettin' drunken off that bud I was doing the ************t 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 OaklandAnd *******z was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new And slangin' ain't nothin' new And for every ******* we done shot they done shot two Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born Families of young *******z 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 Because Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is ****** With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up Where it's hot as a mother*******, hot enough to make ya cuss That's why I kept my ass on the bus But later on, when it 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 ******* 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 after set, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?Damn, how could this happen? Now St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah y'all, St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the HoodToo busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw And never ever seen the ShawBut 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 sweat suits When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey 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 ************t got deep A ******* 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, ************t I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now San Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah, San Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) 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 *******z in a town like this Have such a big influence on *******z 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 ******* was loving it, but *******z was shovin' and ************t 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 ******' up my guests When it was over two *******z needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass ******* Now Denver(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah y'all, Denver(They wanna be like Compton, ************) And ya know that Oakland(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah y'all, St. Louis(It's jus lyke Compton) Uh-huh, San Antonio(It's jus lyke Compton) Yeah, and Denver(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass *******z) I thought ya knew(Yeah)
