DJ Quik — Just Lyke Compton Live

[Verse 1] I'm finally out the motherfuckin' CPT I'm off to other cities and shit No longer just an underground hit Movin' thangs, a motherfucker made good I made a name off of makin' tapes for niggas 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' and shit All because a nigga made a hit, check it 1991, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit Then we broke out with the fonky shit About bitches and niggas and gettin' drunk and off that bud 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 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 me tell ya why firsthand We did a show up in Oak-land and niggas was kickin' up sand To them bangin' ain't nothin' new, and slangin' ain't nothin' new And for every nigga we done shot, they done shot two Straight doin' low since the sixties before I was born Families of motherfuckers 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 [Chorus] Because Oakland... (Is just like Compton) I'm telling y'all Oakland... (Is just like Compton) [Verse 2] Moving on to St. Louis, where they think they be bumpin' With gold teeth in they mouth, but they still know what's up In the summer, it's kinda hot, hot enough to make you cuss That's why I kept my ass on the bus But later on, when it cooled off we came down And made a couple of friends Who put us up on the St. Louis cap The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich And a couple of bitches Then they took us to a man named Gus, in his 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 'Cause later that night after we did the show We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know Damn, Bloods and Crips start scrappin' and shootin' -- in Missouri? Fuck, how could this happen? [Chorus] And now St. Louis... (Is just like Compton) Yeah y'all, St. Louis is... (Is just like Compton) [Verse 3] After 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 niggas in a town like this Have such a big influence on niggas 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 this show I did in Denver Now, with a punk ass promoter, it was done in a skating rink Bitches was lovin' us, but niggas was ready to bust To the front of the stage, they threw 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 Guess When it was over, two niggas needed stitches They got cracked in they jaws for being nothin' but bitches [Chorus] And now Denver is... (Is just like Compton) Yeah y'all, I'm tellin' y'all Denver is... (Is just like Compton) Yeah, and San Antonio is... (Is just like Compton) Yeah y'all, St. Louis is... (Is just like Compton) Go home with it, yeah, Watts is... (Is just like Compton) I'm tellin' y'all, that Inglewood is... (Is just like Compton) [Outro] (Compton...Compton...Compton...Compton) Yes (Compton)