Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the motherfucking C-P-T

Off to other cities and shit

No longer just an underground hit

Moving things, a local **** made good

And made a name off of making tapes for **** 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 fighting, and shootouts, and banging, and shit

All because a **** made a hit, check it

1991, it was double or nothing that a **** would hit

Then we broke out with the funky shit

About bitches and **** and getting 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 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 Oakland

And **** was kicking up sand

To them, banging ain't nothing new

And slanging ain't nothing new

And for every **** we done shot

They done shot two

Straight through and on since the 60's before I was born

Families of young **** 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 jus lyke Compton

Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland

Is jus lyke Compton, fool

Moving on to St. Louis

Where the country is fucked

With gold teeth in they 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 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 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

'Cause later that night after we did the show

We went back to the after set and wouldn't you know?

Yeah, bloods and crips start scrapping and shooting

In Missouri? Damn, how could this happen?

Now St. Louis

Is jus lyke Compton

Yeah, y'all, St. Louis

Is jus lyke Compton, ****

I don't think they know

They too crazy for their own good

They need to stop watching that Colors and Boyz In The Hood

Too busy claiming 60's tryna be raw

And never even seen the shaw

But now, back to the story that I'm telling

We packed up the tour bus one more time

And started bailing

When we arrived, I saw red and blue sweatsuits

When I'm thinking 'bout horse dookie and cowboy boots

I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest

And San Antonio was just waiting to put us to the test

And before it was over, the shit got deep

A **** got shot in the face and was dead in the street

Then they came in the club, thinking of scrapping

Little did they know that we was packing

Yeah we was putting 'em down and squaring the rest, shit

I even had to wear the bulletproof vest

Now San Antonio

Is jus lyke Compton

Yeah, San Antonio

Is jus lyke Compton, bitch

After about 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 a **** in a town like this

Have such a big influence on **** 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

With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink

Bitches was loving it, but **** was shoving 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 throwing soda and fucking up my guests

When it was over 2 **** needed stitches

Got cracked in the jaw for being punk ass bitches

Now Denver

Is jus lyke Compton

Yeah y'all, Denver

They wanna be like Compton, bitch

And ya know that Oakland

Is jus lyke Compton

Yeah, y'all, St. Louis

We did it jus lyke Compton, fool

Uh-huh, San Antonio

Is jus lyke Compton

Yeah, and Denver

They wanna be like Compton, punk ass bitch

I thought ya knew