Correction Lyrics Just Lyke Compton (Live) by DJ Quik

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I'm finally out the motherf**kin' CPT
I'm off to other cities and sh*t
No longer just an underground hit
Movin' thangs, a motherf**ker made good
I made a name off of makin' tapes for n***as in the hood
And now, let me tell a little story
About the places that I been to and the sh*t that I been through
Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and sh*t
All because a n***a made a hit, check it
1991, it was double or nothin' that a n***a would hit
Then we broke out with the fonky sh*t
About b*t*hes and n***as and gettin' drunk and off that bud
I was doing the sh*t they hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this
And 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 n***as was kickin' up sand
To them bangin' ain't nothin' new, and slangin' ain't nothin' new
And for every n***a we done shot, they done shot two
Straight doin' low since the sixties before I was born
Families of motherf**kers 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... (Is just like Compton)
I'm telling y'all Oakland... (Is just like Compton)

Moving on to St. Louis, where they think they be bumpin'
With gold teeth in they mouth, but they still know what's up
In the summer, it's kinda hot, hot enough to make you cuss
That's why I kept my ass on the bus
But later on, when it cooled off we came down
And made 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 b*t*hes
Then they took us to a man named Gus, in his 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
'Cause later that night after we did the show
We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know
Damn, Bloods and Crips start scrappin' and shootin' -- in Missouri?
f**k, how could this happen?

And now St. Louis... (Is just like Compton)
Yeah y'all, St. Louis is... (Is just like Compton)

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 n***as in a town like this
Have such a big influence on n***as so far away?
But still my story ain't over 'cause 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
Now, with a punk ass promoter, it was done in a skating rink
b*t*hes was lovin' us, but n***as was ready to bust
To the front of the stage, they threw their gang signs
But I'm gettin' 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 f**kin' up my Guess
When it was over, two n***as needed stitches
They got cracked in they jaws for being nothin' but b*t*hes

And now Denver is... (Is just like Compton)
Yeah y'all, I'm tellin' y'all Denver is... (Is just like Compton)
Yeah, and San Antonio is... (Is just like Compton)
Yeah y'all, St. Louis is... (Is just like Compton)
Go home with it, yeah, Watts is... (Is just like Compton)
I'm tellin' y'all, that Inglewood is... (Is just like Compton)

(Compton...Compton...Compton...Compton)
Yes
(Compton)

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