Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raised In Compton, artist - CMW - Compton's Most Wanted. Album song Straight Checkn' Em, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.07.1991
Record label: Bump Johnson
Song language: English
Raised In Compton |
Compton is the place that I touched down |
I opened my eyes to realise I was dark brown |
And right there in the ghetto that color costs |
Brothers smothered by the streets meaning we’re lost |
I grew up in a place where it was go for your own |
Don’t get caught after dark roaming the danger zone |
Cause it was hell at the age of 12 |
As my Compton black brothers were in and out of jail |
Years went on, I played with the school crap |
Made it half way, it didn’t pay, so I said fuck that |
Cause right then it was the cash I was after |
The street had a beat so I was caught up in the rapture |
It said sell, sell, sell |
And after that it was jail, jail, jail |
I also kept a nine as my toy |
I was only 15, so boys will be boys |
So by 16 I was hip to the groove |
And fucking any stupid black bitch that move |
And on top of that I was down for the hood |
If you from Compton you know that the hood is where its good |
So load up the gatts and its down the avenue |
I’m kinda fucked up so I guess I’ll kill a few |
Punk niggas trying to scheme on my tip |
Geah I’m selling the cavi and I’m checkin a grip |
But now the high rolling days been cancelled |
Damn, they kidnapped my homie for ransom |
But thats an everyday thing thats what the news play |
One times can’t do shit so why the fuck do you pay |
And this goes out to all those niggas that know whats popping |
Fool thats when your raised in Compton |
Scratching: |
[he would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum. |
Either in jail, or someone would shoot him.]X2 |
Drug wars, you got the pushers and the pimps |
And to make things worse you got the bustas and the wimps |
Gank bitches trying to scheme on my money |
Sucker punks jack, now ain’t that funny |
But I’m a young nigga, with a respectable rep |
But my brothers gangbanging, I guess I’ll follow in his footsteps |
Claiming a set, jacking a brother |
Beating a bitch, you diss the hood I’ll put you 6 feet under |
Who gives a fuck if its wrong, no time for thinking |
Just think of the bud and the 8-ball drinking |
So now its time to show my loyalty |
Shoot up my enemy territory |
And my brothers got my back they won’t trip |
And I’m in it to win it so I won’t slip |
It was like we had a gangbang rally |
A thousand mutherfucking thuggish niggas in the alley |
So while we waited to peel a cap |
The suckers crept, damn, shot me in the back |
So now I bail in a wheelchair, no more stomping |
Raised in Compton |
Geah, y’knowutumsayin? |
MC Eiht and Compton’s Most Wanted putting niggas to rest |
Side by each, y’knowutumsaying? |
Putting em down |
Cause Compton is the place with the base |
And if you don’t like it take 2 to the face |
MC Eiht, and I’m outta here |
Scratching: |
[he would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum. |
Either in jail, or someone would shoot him.]X2 |