From: pharvey@quack.sac.ca.us (Paul Harvey)
Subject: Lyrics: DJ Quik: Jus Lyke Compton
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Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1992 00:16:38 GMT

finally got a chance to leave the C-P-T
off to other cities to trip, no longer just a underground hit
movin' thangs, a local brother made good
I made a name off of makin' tapes for homies in the 'hood
and now let me tell you a little story
about the places that I've been to and the things that I've been through
like fightin' and shootin' 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 fonkey hits
about houchies and players and gettin' drunk
and off that bud, I was doing the things they hadn't heard of
but foolish was I to think
that there was no other cities like this, and they didn't like this
that Compton was the home of the gangster class
well you got blast and knowledge, that's a thing of the past
let me tell you of first hand, 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 hard heads mourn
so I'm just lettin' ya know
if you plan to take a trip to the bank, keep your hand on the clip
because Oakland, is Jus Lyke Compton
I'm tellin' y'all, Oakland, is Jus Lyke Compton, fool

movin' on to St. Louis
where they think they be buffin' with gold teeth in they mouth
but they still know what'sup
and the summer is kinda hot, hot enough to make you cuss
and that's why I stayed on the bus
but later on when if cooled off, we came down and made a coupla friends
who put us up on the St. Louis couch
the Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Toe Joe, Biss and Rich
and a coupla houchies
then they took us to a man named Gus
in his store, he put us down with a herringbone, and shoes galore
that's when I started thinkin' that this wasn't like home
but then they had to prove me wrong
'cause later that night, after we did the show
we went back to the after set, and wouldn't you know
bloods and crips start scrapin' and shotin'
in Missouri, damn, how could this happen?
now St. Louis is Jus Lyke Compton
we made it Jus Lyke Compton fool!

I don't think they know, they too crazy for they own good
they need to stop watching that Colors, and Boyz in the 'Hood
too busy claimin' the sixties and tryin' to be raw
and never even seen the Shaw
but now back to the story that I'm tellin'
we packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailing
when we arrived, I saw red and blue sweetsuits
when I'm thinking 'bout horse 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 on the street
then they came in the club thinkin' of scrapin'
little did they know, we was packin'
yea, we was puttin' 'em down, and scaring the rest
yo!, I even had to wear the bulletproof vest!
now San Antonio, is Jus Lyke Compton
yea y'all, San Antonio, is Jus Lyke Compton, punks

after about a month on the road, we came home
and I can safely say, that LA 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 'cause 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 to show I did it in Denver
with a first time promoter, it was done in a skatin' rink
houchies was lovin' us, but suckers was ready to bust
to the front of the stage, they threw they gang signs
but I'm gettin' paid, so I didn't pay it no mind
then I put up my brew unto they face and chest
then they start the rissotta, and messing up my guests
by the time it was over, two suckers needed stiches
got checked in they jaws for being nothin' but snitches
now Denver, is Jus Lyke Compton
they wanna be like Compton, fools
I though you knew!