Finally out the muthaf**in' C-P-T
Off to other cities and sh**
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local n***a made good
I made a name off of making tapes for n***as in the hood
And now, let me tell a little story
About the places that I been to and the sh** that I been through
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and sh**
All because a n***a made a hit, check it
Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothing not a n***a was hittin'
Then we broke out with the fonky sh**
About b**hes and n***as and gettin drunk and off that bud
I was doing the sh** 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 a**
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 n***as was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new
And slangin ain't nothin new
And for every n***a we done shot
They done shot two
Straight doin' locs since the sixties, before I was born
Families of young n***as mourn
So I'm just letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay
Keep your hand on your clip
Because Oakland
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland
Moving on to St. Louis, where they country as f**
With gold teeth in they mouth but they still know wha**up
Where it's hot as a muthaf**a
Hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I kept my a** on the bus
But later on when it cooled off we came down and met 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 b**hes
Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store
He put us 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
Yeah y'all, St. Louis
I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin that "Colors" and "Boyz in the 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 dookie, 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 sh** got deep
A n***a 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 scaring the rest, yo
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest
Now San Antonio
Yeah, San Antonio
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 n***as in a town like this
Have such a big influence on n***as 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 a** promoter, in a bunk a** skatin rink
b**hes was lovin it, but n***as was shovin and sh**
To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm getting 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 f**in up my Guess
When it was over two n***as needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being punk a** b**hes
Now Denver
Yeah, y'all Denver
I thought ya knew