Born And Raised In Compton

Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick A lotta people already know exactly where it's at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton) yeah, that's the name of the hometown I'm going down in the town where my name is all around The suckers just be having a fit, and that's a pity But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city) See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go Yes, I'm definitely free styling, all the while still profiling Never a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show So now that's how I'm living I do as I please, you see A younger brother that's up on reality Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping If you're born and raised in Compton (Born and raised) (Born and raised) (Born and raised in Compton) (Where you from, fool?) (Compton) Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see But then I found that it wasn't no place for me Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role Just because my equipment got stole But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker- Ass clocker, now you're ducking, cause you can't stop a brother Like the quiksta, because I'm true to the game You're lame, and things ain't gonn' never be the same Cause a nigga like the Quik is taking over I really don't think I should have to explain It, oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't rover And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest Because I got the 'cpt' sign written across my chest A funky dope brother never ceases to impress My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest I'm coming like this, and I'm coming directly Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doing damage quite effectively Rhyming is a battle zone, and suckers have no win Cause I'm a veteran from the see-o-m-p-t-o-n Kick it (born and raised) Hell motherfucking yeah Funky dope for the nine-ace DJ quik is in the motherfucking house Yeah (born and raised in Compton) Yo, check this shit out Right about now I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy teddy bear What's up nigga? What's up kk? My buddy d We got AMG most definitely in the house What's up pretty Greg and big Baby Brian cold chilling Talking about the Armstrong pack Straight got my motherfucking back To my buddy no way what's up, fool Roche is in the house My buddy donzelli You know what's happening, fool What's up itch And Tony Lang is chilling To my nigga gangsta Wayne And my engineer Joe getting busy on the floor And last but not least I'd like to thank shabby blue And we out Peace