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    "Born and Raised in Compton" Lyrics

    N.W.A. feat. DJ Quik

    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?)

    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
    (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
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by David Blake, Isaac Hayes, Isbell Alvertis.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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