Lyrics: DJ Quik: Jus Lyke Compton
Paul Harvey
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!
Kenneth Crudup
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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