Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T
 Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit
 Moving thangs, a local nigga made good
 And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz 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 fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit
 All because a nigga made a hit, check it
 Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit
 Then we broke out with the fonky shit
 About bitches and niggaz and gettin' 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 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 Oakland
 And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new
 And slangin' ain't nothin' new
 And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two
 Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born
 Families of young niggaz 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 fucked
 With gold teeth ain't hey 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
 '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 Hood
 Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw
 And never ever seen the Shaw
 But 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 shit got deep
 A nigga 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, shit
 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 niggaz in a town like this
 Have such a big influence on niggaz 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
 Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' 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 throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests
 When it was over two niggaz needed stitches
 Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches
 Now Denver
 (It's jus lyke Compton)
 Yeah y'all, Denver
 (They wanna be like Compton, bitch)
 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 niggaz)
 I thought ya knew
 (Yeah)