Finally out the motherfuckin see- p- t
Off to other cities and shit
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local nigga
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
All because a nigga made a hit,
it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit
Then we broke out with the fonky shit
About bitches and niggaz and gettin
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
And now that's just a thing of the past
Let me tell ya why firsthand,
we did a show up in oak- land
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
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
Yeah, i'm telling why'all oakland...
where thecountry is fucked
With gold teeth int 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, whenit cooled
And met a couple of friends
Who put us up on the st. louis cap
The smith center, with big bob, little steve,
Then they took us to a man named
He put me down with a her
ringbone 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 went back to the afterset, and
Yeah, bloods and crips start scrappin
and shootin - - in missouri?
Damn, how could this happen?
Yeah why'all, st. louis...
they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin that "col
ors" 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
When we arrived i saw red and
When i'm thinkin bout horse
I guess texas ain't no dif
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
Little did they know that we was packin
Yeah, we was puttin em down
and squaring the rest, shit
After a month on the road
We came home and i can safely say
That l.a. is a much better place to stay
niggaz in a town like this
Have such a big influence on
But still my story ain't over 'cause
And the people of colorado,
It was all in the news and if you
I had this show i did in denver
With a punk ass promoter in a
but niggaz was shovin and shit
To the front of the stage to
Then i poured out my brew
onto their face and chest
Then they start throwin soda,
Got cracked in they jaw for
to be like compton, bitch>
And ya know that oakland...
Yeah why'all st. louis...
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