Finally got a chance to leave the c p t Off to other cities to trip No longer just an underground hit Movin thangs... a local brother made good I made a name off of making tapes for homies 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 trip All because i came out with a hit check it Nineteen-ninety-one, while everybody else is smokin the splits I was thinkin of the fonky hits About hoochies and playaz and gettin drunk and off that bud I was doing the things 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 the gangster class Where you got blast and knowledge, that's a thing of the past Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in oak-land And brothers was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new And slangin ain't nothin new And for every sucker we done shot They done shot two Straight doin dope since the sixties, before i was born Families of hardheads 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 Becaue oakland... Yeah, i'm telling y'all oakland... Moving on to st. louis, where they thinki they be buffin With gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup And the summer is kinda hot Hot enough to make ya cuss And that's why i stayed 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 hoochies Then they took us to a man named gus in a store He put us 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 afterset, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, bloods and crips start scrappin and shootin -- in missouri? Damn, how could this happen? Now st. louis... Yeah y'all, st. louis... 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 claimin 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 sweatsuits When i'm thinkin bout hors d'ouvers, 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 show got deep A fool 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 scaring the rest, yo I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now san antonio... Yeah, san antonio... 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 suckers in a town like this Have such a big influence on brothers 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 first time promoter, it was done in a skatin rink Hoochies was lovin us, but suckers was ready to bust 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 fuc*** up my guests When it was over two niggaz needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being nothin but snitches Now denver... Yeah, and denver... ... I thought ya knew...
JUS LYKE COMPTON CLEAN
- ESCRITORES - ROBERT BACON,DAVID BLAKE
- PUBLICADA POR - WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC, INC.,UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING GROUP