Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - Jus Lyke Compton lyrics

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