2pac - Give It Up For Compton lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah, uh, say what We return Compton, Cali For the 9-9 (that's 2000) Dresta Da Gangsta (Dresta) Real as they come, bar none Uh, say what [Verse 1] Let's take a quick trip back down memory lane Follow me, as we journey on the yellow brick road to C-P-T I see, what people think, gangstas suppose to be Compton is where rap music learned to be a G We had flow and everybody know When these b**hes were scared to cuss And they were scared of us They tried to test But you knew that the wild wild west, wasn't scared to bust It was all about originality But the whole time the West Coast grind Help me focus on the salary It seems you eastern motherf**ers have forgot I'm the same G that put Eazy-E back on the block I'm real as they come And I'm from the 1-0-1-4 South Orlean Block Where the sh** don't stop And if your car don't hop Then you gotta be on dubs, drop [Hook] (x4) We just givin' it up for Compton, California It's such a lovely place It's such a lovely place We just givin' it up for Compton, California And any time of year You can find me here [Verse 2] Now I done been around the world, but I still don't see What people talkin' about ain't sh** like the C-P-T I can float to the Bahamas, to escape all the drama Got to come back, I miss my hoodrats and baby mamas Smashin' on the 91, navi and a dime piece Laid up at the Hamptons homes is where you'll find me Jacuzzi and a camcorder, bootys and the b**h Sometimes I like to freak dykes, in case I want to switch Like it or not, Compton Cali back in the slot Dresta Da Gangsta, crackling hot You can't touch this Let's put the C-P-T back on the map Before I put my brownies back on the strap I'd rather rap on the track Since these b**hes ain't seein' the light Ruthless should have never been Tomica Wright's b**h, you ain't from Compton When somebody see that ho, they need to tell her To quit f**in' the homie Ren, like Jerry Heller [Hook] [Verse 3] For years I tried to let you know this But the media didn't wanna let me show this Realism I've survived of off instinct And finally my life is startin' to feel in sync I'm on the radio and Eazy made it possible Dresta ain't wrong, homie, I'm only bein' logical Studied my craft, did the math Now I get the last laugh No longer bang for gangs, now bang gangs for cash Me and my dawg WC eventually bang in the room My brother B.G. Knocc and this brother C-Toons How can we lose We paid our dues and made our moves The only rappers around Who don't got nothin' to prove Most respected on all levels From the club to the street, homie, y'all tell us Is it real I see you all makin' G's through the nation But Compton laid the foundation [Hook] (x2)