Born and Raised In Compton

Alright

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 lot of 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 my hometown

I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around

The suckers just be havin' 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 'em

I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go

Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling

Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show

So, that's how I'm livin', 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, b-b-b-)

(Born and raised, b-b-b-)

(Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)

(Born and raised, b-b-b-)

(Born and raised)

(Born-)

(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 must of 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 clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother

Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game

You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same

'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' 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 comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly

'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively

Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win

'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it

(Born and raised, born-, born and raised)

Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)

Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)

DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)

Yeah (born and raised, born-)

(Born-, born-)

(Born and raised in C-, Compton)

(Compton) ah, yeah

(Compton)

(C-C-C-Compton)

(Compton)

(Compton)

(C-C-C-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 Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'

Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack

Straight got my motherfuckin' back

To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?

Roche is in the house

My buddy Donzelle

You know what's happenin', fool

What's up, Inch?

And Tony Lane is chillin'

To my nigga Gangsta Wayne

And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'

And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue

And we out

Peace