| Compton is the place that I touched down
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| I opened my eyes to realise I was dark brown
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| And right there in the ghetto that color costs
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| Brothers smothered by the streets meaning we’re lost
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| I grew up in a place where it was go for your own
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| Don’t get caught after dark roaming the danger zone
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| Cause it was hell at the age of 12
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| As my Compton black brothers were in and out of jail
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| Years went on, I played with the school crap
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| Made it half way, it didn’t pay, so I said fuck that
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| Cause right then it was the cash I was after
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| The street had a beat so I was caught up in the rapture
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| It said sell, sell, sell
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| And after that it was jail, jail, jail
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| I also kept a nine as my toy
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| I was only 15, so boys will be boys
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| So by 16 I was hip to the groove
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| And fucking any stupid black bitch that move
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| And on top of that I was down for the hood
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| If you from Compton you know that the hood is where its good
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| So load up the gatts and its down the avenue
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| I’m kinda fucked up so I guess I’ll kill a few
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| Punk niggas trying to scheme on my tip
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| Geah I’m selling the cavi and I’m checkin a grip
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| But now the high rolling days been cancelled
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| Damn, they kidnapped my homie for ransom
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| But thats an everyday thing thats what the news play
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| One times can’t do shit so why the fuck do you pay
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| And this goes out to all those niggas that know whats popping
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| Fool thats when your raised in Compton
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| Scratching:
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| [he would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum.
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| Either in jail, or someone would shoot him.]X2
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| Drug wars, you got the pushers and the pimps
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| And to make things worse you got the bustas and the wimps
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| Gank bitches trying to scheme on my money
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| Sucker punks jack, now ain’t that funny
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| But I’m a young nigga, with a respectable rep
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| But my brothers gangbanging, I guess I’ll follow in his footsteps
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| Claiming a set, jacking a brother
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| Beating a bitch, you diss the hood I’ll put you 6 feet under
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| Who gives a fuck if its wrong, no time for thinking
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| Just think of the bud and the 8-ball drinking
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| So now its time to show my loyalty
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| Shoot up my enemy territory
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| And my brothers got my back they won’t trip
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| And I’m in it to win it so I won’t slip
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| It was like we had a gangbang rally
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| A thousand mutherfucking thuggish niggas in the alley
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| So while we waited to peel a cap
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| The suckers crept, damn, shot me in the back
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| So now I bail in a wheelchair, no more stomping
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| Raised in Compton
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| Geah, y’knowutumsayin?
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| MC Eiht and Compton’s Most Wanted putting niggas to rest
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| Side by each, y’knowutumsaying? |
| Putting em down
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| Cause Compton is the place with the base
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| And if you don’t like it take 2 to the face
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| MC Eiht, and I’m outta here
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| Scratching:
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| [he would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum.
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| Either in jail, or someone would shoot him.]X2 |