DJ Quik — So Compton

[Intro: DJ Quik] Yeah Ain’t nothin’ but DJ Quik, my boy KK Doing a little dedication to the neighborhood that raised us—the Hub City KK reintroduce yourself [Verse 1: KK] You don’t know me, bitch; just wish you could I’m KK with the cat from the Compton backwoods With a city full of stars, wannabes Young G’s, rats, euro Cutlasses, ‘Lacs Dippin’, swervin’, niggas still servin’ yay Through the valley of death, best keep your wheels turnin’ Look and learn, tweed burn by the minute Trickin’ the private throats, can’t if my hustle ain’t it Man, get wit’ it I shouldn’t be reasoning the rules It’s harder by the second tryin’ not to use the proper tools But fools get sent to school with all that tryna clown That junk poppin’ too much could get’cha tossed around And broke down by necessary parts Brains, balls, dick, and muthafuckin’ heart from the start You niggas underestimatin’ skills? Sittin’ back talkin’ ‘bout “Y’all niggas ain’t real” While all you hookers lose your will, we chillin’ in the zone spaces Business ain’t concernin’ you, so stay up out our face The chase on, hold it tight when on the mic You ain’t actin’ right, off with your lights [Chorus: DJ Quik] This is so Compton—it’s so Aranbe and Spruce It’s so Kemp Street, it’s so Rosecrans So muthafuckin’ Compton It’s so 105 Freeway, east to west in the evening Too muthafuckin’ Compton [Verse 2: KK] You know we blowin’ tweed Ain’t no need to mention drinkin’ fluid You caught up on your water, well now you’re going through it That’s a blast—I’m a not the type to do it, turn in your player pass Ya blew it—take that there, chew it with your slow movement I’m paced, KK style but true to it 220, but now you know the time gon’ blow it Search yourself first, girl, then go for it Calm down, way down before you throw it Hold on, disinfect your mouth ‘fore you choke it Now ain’t no jokin’, before I start pokin’ You gotta stop that tweakin’, tryna kiss me and loc Yeah, bitch, back on the scene Cut black clean, blessed, unstressed, and still lookin’ 19 While haters I went to school with, they to the curb Like exes, when I see ‘em, they be frownin’ with no words I don’t deserve, rumors unheard, never Hollywood Guys, my bodyguard is why I’m solo through your hoods Now to the blunts, it all ain’t good You the type to bleeze stuck up in your fantasy, bitch [Chorus: DJ Quik] This is so Compton—it’s so Gonzalez Park Muthafuckin’ Compton—it’s so Lueders Park So muthafuckin’ Compton So Jim’s Burgers, so Dees Liquor [Verse 3: KK] Hey, I’m live, I’m givin’, I’m livin’ it See or it or be it as you may, you know you can’t fuck wit’ it That keep it real wit’ it—man, I’m standing here, the truth And being KK without something to prove Everybody got something to lose When the button get pushed and it’s you, it’s getting battered and bruised Then there’s nothing left to do, except for you Sitting at home, phonin’ the black and blue Now why glorify a killer or thug, gangsta banger Then run and hide, terrified, fearing the danger I’m remaining the same Bald head, black, part of the original West Coast rap gang from Compton Pacific C, California—one of three West states that producin’ that stankonia I’m putting that 2nd II None on ya—now move, muthafucka, ‘cause I’m… [Chorus: DJ Quik] This is so Compton—it’s so Aranbe and Spruce It’s so Kemp Street, it’s so Rosecrans So muthafuckin’ Compton It’s so 105 Freeway, in the morning or the evening It’s too muthafuckin’ Compton It’s so Jim’s Burgers, so Dees Liquor, so neighborhood This is so Compton It’s so Centennial, it’s so Compton High, it’s all to the good So muthafuckin’ Compton It’s so Black Tone, it’s so Big Ducky, it’s so Quik’s hood Too muthafuckin’ Compton It’s so Tree Will, so Big Chubbs, every last hood So muthafuckin’ Compton The Hub City, C-O-M-P-T-O-N It’s too muthafuckin’ Compton