From: kenny@osf.org (Kenneth Crudup)
Newsgroups: alt.rap
Subject: Re: Lyrics: DJ Quik: Jus Lyke Compton
Summary: Album version
Date: 29 Sep 92 00:50:08 GMT
Organization: Open Software Foundation


This is funny- I was just about to post this, cuz I can't get it out of my
head. Oh well, here's the "Album Version" (the one I listen to- I was
going to do both, till ya beat me to the radio version).

Apologies to the folks who this is old/wack to.

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	"Jus Lyke Compton"
	    DJ Quik

Finally out the muthafuckin C P T
Off to other cities and shit
No longer just a underground hit
Movin thangs
  a local nigga made good
And made a name offa makin 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 thru
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and shit
All because a nigga made a hit-

  Check it-

Nineteen-ninety-one
It was doublanothin that a nigga would hit
  then we broke out with tha fonky shit
  about bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off  that  BUD
I was doin the shit they hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this
  and 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 my tell ya why first hand
  we did a show up in Oak-land
  and niggaz was kickin up sand 
  to them
  banging ain't nothin new
  and slangin ain't nothin new
  and for every nigga we done shot
  they done shot  
  two

Straight thru and on since the sixties
  before I was born
  families of young niggaz mourn
So I'm just letting ya know 
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay, keep your hand on your clip

Because Oakland
   <...is just like Compton>

Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland
   <...is just like Compton, fool>

Movin on to
St. Louis
  where the country is fucked
  with gold teeth in they mouth
  but they still know what's up

Where it's hot as a muthafucka
  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 coupla friends
  who put us up on the St. Louis cap
  the Smith center
  with Big Bob,
  Little Steve,
  Tojo, Biss and Rich and a coupla 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 afterset, and wouldn't ya know
  yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin-  in Missouri?
  Damn, how could this happen?

Now St. Louis
  <...is just like Compton>
Yeah, y'all, St. Louis
  <...is just like Compton nigga>

I don't think they know
They too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin that "Colors"
And "Boyz in da 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 horse dookey
  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-An-tonio
   <...is just like Compton>

Yeah
San-An-tonio
   <...is just like Compton bitch>


After about 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 gettin 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 assed bitches

Now Denver
  <....is just like Compton>

Yeah y'all

Denver
  <...they wanna be like Compton, bitch>

And
ya
know
that

Oakland
  <...is just like Compton>

Yeah
y'all

St. Louis
  <...we made it just like Compton, fools>

Uh-huh
San-An-tonio
  <...is just like Compton>

Yeah, and
Denver
  <...they wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz!>

...I thought ya knew....

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	next tune I can't get outta my head, coming to a news article
	near you:

	"My Summer Vacation", by Ice Cube.

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