[{"id":12088073,"name":"Born And Raised In Compton","trackName":"Born And Raised In Compton","artistName":"Dj Quik","albumName":"Born And Raised In Compton","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright\n\nNow everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\nI come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\nA lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n(Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\nI'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\nThe suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\nBut I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n\nSee, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\nI'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\nYes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\nNever tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\nSo, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\nA younger brother that's up on reality\n'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\nIf you're born and raised in Compton\n\n(Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n(Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n(Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n(Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n(Born and raised)\n(Born-)\n(Where you from, fool?)\n(Compton)\n\nNow Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\nBut then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\nBecause they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\nThey musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\nJust because my equipment got stole\nBut I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\nThey found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n\nSo here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\nAss clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\nLike the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\nYou're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\nI really don't think I should have to explain it\nOh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\nAnd I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n\nSometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\nBecause I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\nA funky dope brother never ceases to impress\nMy name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\nI'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\nRhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n\n(Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\nHell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\nFunky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\nDJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\nYeah (born and raised, born-)\n\n(Born-, born-)\n(Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n(Compton) ah, yeah\n(Compton)\n(C-C-C-Compton)\n(Compton)\n(Compton)\n(C-C-C-Compton)\n\nYo, check this shit out\nRight about now\nI'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\nWhat's up, nigga?\nWhat's up KK?\nMy buddy D\nWe got AMG most definitely in the house\nWhat's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\nTalkin' about the Armstrong Pack\nStraight got my motherfuckin' back\nTo my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\nRoche is in the house\nMy buddy Donzelle\nYou know what's happenin', fool\nWhat's up, Inch?\nAnd Tony Lane is chillin'\nTo my nigga Gangsta Wayne\nAnd my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\nAnd last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\nAnd we out\nPeace","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Alright\n[00:01.98] Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n[00:05.31] I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n[00:07.96] A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n[00:10.25] 'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n[00:12.66] (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n[00:15.22] I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n[00:17.96] The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n[00:20.43] But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n[00:22.82] See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n[00:25.64] I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n[00:28.20] Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\n[00:30.80] Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\n[00:33.01] So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\n[00:36.52] A younger brother that's up on reality\n[00:38.84] 'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\n[00:41.50] If you're born and raised in Compton\n[00:44.39] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:46.98] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:49.56] (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n[00:54.81] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:57.53] (Born and raised)\n[00:59.84] (Born-)\n[01:02.76] (Where you from, fool?)\n[01:04.29] (Compton)\n[01:04.88] Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n[01:08.31] But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n[01:10.79] 'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\n[01:13.67] Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n[01:16.25] They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n[01:19.10] Just because my equipment got stole\n[01:21.19] But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n[01:23.74] They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n[01:26.10] So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n[01:28.97] Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n[01:31.59] Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n[01:34.38] You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n[01:36.99] 'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\n[01:39.05] I really don't think I should have to explain it\n[01:41.60] Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n[01:44.22] And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n[01:46.80] Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\n[01:49.51] Because I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\n[01:52.22] A funky dope brother never ceases to impress\n[01:54.80] My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\n[01:57.54] I'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n[02:00.16] 'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\n[02:03.50] Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n[02:06.13] 'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n[02:08.92] (Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\n[02:11.56] Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\n[02:15.13] Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\n[02:17.76] DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\n[02:21.71] Yeah (born and raised, born-)\n[02:24.79] (Born-, born-)\n[02:27.35] (Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n[02:31.38] (Compton) ah, yeah\n[02:32.69] (Compton)\n[02:33.96] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:36.54] (Compton)\n[02:37.95] (Compton)\n[02:39.25] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:39.65] Yo, check this shit out\n[02:41.28] Right about now\n[02:42.65] I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n[02:45.02] What's up, nigga?\n[02:46.48] What's up KK?\n[02:48.32] My buddy D\n[02:49.93] We got AMG most definitely in the house\n[02:52.84] What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n[02:56.77] Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n[02:59.07] Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n[03:01.59] To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n[03:05.09] Roche is in the house\n[03:07.12] My buddy Donzelle\n[03:08.83] You know what's happenin', fool\n[03:10.69] What's up, Inch?\n[03:12.09] And Tony Lane is chillin'\n[03:14.31] To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n[03:16.00] And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n[03:18.76] And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n[03:21.74] And we out\n[03:22.86] Peace\n[03:23.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Born And Raised In Compton\n  artist: Dj Quik\n  album: Born And Raised In Compton\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  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you have to be stomping\n  If you're born and raised in Compton\n\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised)\n  (Born-)\n  (Where you from, fool?)\n  (Compton)\n\n  Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n  But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n  'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\n  Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n  They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n  Just because my equipment got stole\n  But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n  They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n\n  So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n  Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n  Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n  You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n  'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\n  I really don't think I should have to explain it\n  Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n  And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n\n  Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\n  Because I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\n  A funky dope brother never ceases to impress\n  My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\n  I'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n  'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\n  Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n  'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n\n  (Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\n  Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\n  Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\n  DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\n  Yeah (born and raised, born-)\n\n  (Born-, born-)\n  (Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n  (Compton) ah, yeah\n  (Compton)\n  (C-C-C-Compton)\n  (Compton)\n  (Compton)\n  (C-C-C-Compton)\n\n  Yo, check this shit out\n  Right about now\n  I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n  What's up, nigga?\n  What's up KK?\n  My buddy D\n  We got AMG most definitely in the house\n  What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n  Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n  Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n  To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n  Roche is in the house\n  My buddy Donzelle\n  You know what's happenin', fool\n  What's up, Inch?\n  And Tony Lane is chillin'\n  To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n  And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n  And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n  And we out\n  Peace\n"},{"id":11655143,"name":"Born and Raised In Compton","trackName":"Born and Raised In Compton","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"Born And Raised In Compton: The Greatest Hits","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aight\nNow everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\nI come from a school of the sly, wicked and the slick\nA lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n(Compton) Yeah, that's the name of the hometown\nI'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\nThe suckers just be having a fit, and that's a pity\nBut I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\nSee, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\nI'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\nYes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\nNever a trickster, DJ Quikster steals the show\nSo now that's how I'm living, I do as I please, you see\nA younger brother that's up on reality\n'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\nIf you're born and raised in Compton\n(Born and raised)\n(Born and raised)\n(I was born and raised in Compton)\n(Born and raised)\n(Born and raised)\n(Where you from, fool?)\n(Compton)\nNow Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\nBut then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n'Cause way back in the day somebody musta wanted me to quit\nBecause they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\nThey musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\nJust because my equipment got stole\nBut I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\nThey found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\nSo here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\nAss clocker, now you're ducking, 'cause you can't stop a brother\nLike the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\nYou're lame, and things ain't gon' never be the same\n'Cause a nigga like the Quik is taking over\nI really don't think I should have to explain it\nOh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\nAnd I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\nSometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest\nBecause I got the CPT sign written across my chest\nA funky dope brother never ceases to impress\nMy name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\nI'm coming like this, and I'm coming directly\n'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doing damage quite effectively\nRhyming is a battle zone, and suckers have no win\n'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N\nKick it\n(Born and raised)\nHell motherfucking yeah\nFunky dope for the nine-ace\nDJ Quik is in the motherfucking house\nYeah\n(Born and raised in Compton)\nAh yeah\nYo, check this shit out\nRight about now\nI'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\nWhat's up, nigga?\nWhat's up, KK?\nMy buddy D\nWe got AMG most definitely in the house\nWhat's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\nTalking about the Armstrong Pack\nStraight got my motherfucking back\nTo my buddy NOE, what's up, fool?\nRoche is in the house\nMy buddy Donzelle\nYou know what's happening, fool\nWhat's up, Inch?\nAnd Tony Lane is chillin'\nTo my nigga Gangsta Wayne\nAnd my engineer Joe getting busy on the floor\nAnd last but not least, I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\nAnd we out\nPeace","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] Aight\n[00:01.74] Now everybody 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yeah\n[02:39.31] Yo, check this shit out\n[02:40.80] Right about now\n[02:42.39] I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n[02:44.94] What's up, nigga?\n[02:46.29] What's up, KK?\n[02:47.87] My buddy D\n[02:49.80] We got AMG most definitely in the house\n[02:52.54] What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n[02:56.67] Talking about the Armstrong Pack\n[02:58.86] Straight got my motherfucking back\n[03:01.33] To my buddy NOE, what's up, fool?\n[03:04.48] Roche is in the house\n[03:07.02] My buddy Donzelle\n[03:08.65] You know what's happening, fool\n[03:10.44] What's up, Inch?\n[03:11.72] And Tony Lane is chillin'\n[03:14.08] To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n[03:15.77] And my engineer Joe getting busy on the floor\n[03:18.39] And last but not least, I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n[03:21.43] And we out\n[03:22.56] Peace","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Born and Raised In Compton\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: 'Born And Raised In Compton: The Greatest 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out like no sucker-ass clown\n  They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n  So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n  Ass clocker, now you're ducking, 'cause you can't stop a brother\n  Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n  You're lame, and things ain't gon' never be the same\n  'Cause a nigga like the Quik is taking over\n  I really don't think I should have to explain it\n  Oh yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n  And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n  Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest\n  Because I got the CPT sign written across my chest\n  A funky dope brother never ceases to impress\n  My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\n  I'm coming like this, and I'm coming directly\n  'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doing damage quite effectively\n  Rhyming is a battle zone, and suckers have no win\n  'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N\n  Kick it\n  (Born and raised)\n  Hell motherfucking yeah\n  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raised, b-b-b-)\n(Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n(Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n(Born and raised)\n(Born-)\n(Where you from, fool?)\n(Compton)\n\nNow Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\nBut then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\nBecause they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\nThey musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\nJust because my equipment got stole\nBut I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\nThey found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n\nSo here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\nAss clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\nLike the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\nYou're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\nI really don't think I should have to explain it\nOh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\nAnd I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n\nSometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\nBecause I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\nA funky dope brother never ceases to impress\nMy name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\nI'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\nRhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n\n(Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\nHell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\nFunky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\nDJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\nYeah (born and raised, born-)\n\n(Born-, born-)\n(Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n(Compton) ah, yeah\n(Compton)\n(C-C-C-Compton)\n(Compton)\n(Compton)\n(C-C-C-Compton)\n\nYo, check this shit out\nRight about now\nI'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\nWhat's up, nigga?\nWhat's up KK?\nMy buddy D\nWe got AMG most definitely in the house\nWhat's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\nTalkin' about the Armstrong Pack\nStraight got my motherfuckin' back\nTo my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\nRoche is in the house\nMy buddy Donzelle\nYou know what's happenin', fool\nWhat's up, Inch?\nAnd Tony Lane is chillin'\nTo my nigga Gangsta Wayne\nAnd my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\nAnd last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\nAnd we out\nPeace","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Alright\n[00:01.98] Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n[00:05.31] I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n[00:07.96] A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n[00:10.25] 'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n[00:12.66] (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n[00:15.22] I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n[00:17.96] The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n[00:20.43] But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n[00:22.82] See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n[00:25.64] I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n[00:28.20] Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\n[00:30.80] Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\n[00:33.01] So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\n[00:36.52] A younger brother that's up on reality\n[00:38.84] 'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\n[00:41.50] If you're born and raised in Compton\n[00:44.39] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:46.98] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:49.56] (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n[00:54.81] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:57.53] (Born and raised)\n[00:59.84] (Born-)\n[01:02.76] (Where you from, fool?)\n[01:04.29] (Compton)\n[01:04.88] Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n[01:08.31] But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n[01:10.79] 'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\n[01:13.67] Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n[01:16.25] They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n[01:19.10] Just because my equipment got stole\n[01:21.19] But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n[01:23.74] They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n[01:26.10] So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n[01:28.97] Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n[01:31.59] Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n[01:34.38] You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n[01:36.99] 'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\n[01:39.05] I really don't think I should have to explain it\n[01:41.60] Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n[01:44.22] And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n[01:46.80] Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\n[01:49.51] Because I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\n[01:52.22] A funky dope brother never ceases to impress\n[01:54.80] My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\n[01:57.54] I'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n[02:00.16] 'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\n[02:03.50] Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n[02:06.13] 'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n[02:08.92] (Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\n[02:11.56] Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\n[02:15.13] Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\n[02:17.76] DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\n[02:21.71] Yeah (born and raised, born-)\n[02:24.79] (Born-, born-)\n[02:27.35] (Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n[02:31.38] (Compton) ah, yeah\n[02:32.69] (Compton)\n[02:33.96] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:36.54] (Compton)\n[02:37.95] (Compton)\n[02:39.25] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:39.65] Yo, check this shit out\n[02:41.28] Right about now\n[02:42.65] I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n[02:45.02] What's up, nigga?\n[02:46.48] What's up KK?\n[02:48.32] My buddy D\n[02:49.93] We got AMG most definitely in the house\n[02:52.84] What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n[02:56.77] Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n[02:59.07] Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n[03:01.59] To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n[03:05.09] Roche is in the house\n[03:07.12] My buddy Donzelle\n[03:08.83] You know what's happenin', fool\n[03:10.69] What's up, Inch?\n[03:12.09] And Tony Lane is chillin'\n[03:14.31] To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n[03:16.00] And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n[03:18.76] And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n[03:21.74] And we out\n[03:22.86] Peace\n[03:23.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Born and Raised in Compton\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: DJ Quik\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Alright\n  start_ms: 30\n  end_ms: 1980\n- text: Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n  start_ms: 1980\n  end_ms: 5310\n- 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raised)\n[02:15.13] Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\n[02:17.76] DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\n[02:21.71] Yeah (born and raised, born-)\n[02:24.79] (Born-, born-)\n[02:27.35] (Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n[02:31.38] (Compton) ah, yeah\n[02:32.69] (Compton)\n[02:33.96] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:36.54] (Compton)\n[02:37.95] (Compton)\n[02:39.25] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:39.65] Yo, check this shit out\n[02:41.28] Right about now\n[02:42.65] I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n[02:45.02] What's up, nigga?\n[02:46.48] What's up KK?\n[02:48.32] My buddy D\n[02:49.93] We got AMG most definitely in the house\n[02:52.84] What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n[02:56.77] Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n[02:59.07] Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n[03:01.59] To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n[03:05.09] Roche is in the house\n[03:07.12] My buddy Donzelle\n[03:08.83] You know what's happenin', fool\n[03:10.69] What's up, Inch?\n[03:12.09] And Tony Lane is chillin'\n[03:14.31] To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n[03:16.00] And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n[03:18.76] And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n[03:21.74] And we out\n[03:22.86] Peace\n[03:23.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Born And Raised In Compton\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: DJ Quik\n  duration_ms: 103000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Alright\n  start_ms: 30\n  end_ms: 1980\n- text: Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n  start_ms: 1980\n  end_ms: 5310\n- text: I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n  start_ms: 5310\n  end_ms: 7960\n- text: A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n  start_ms: 7960\n  end_ms: 10250\n- text: '''Cause it''s the home of the jackers and the crack'\n  start_ms: 10250\n  end_ms: 12660\n- text: (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n  start_ms: 12660\n  end_ms: 15220\n- text: I'm throwing 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(Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n[00:15.22] I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n[00:17.96] The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n[00:20.43] But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n[00:22.82] See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n[00:25.64] I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n[00:28.20] Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\n[00:30.80] Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\n[00:33.01] So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\n[00:36.52] A younger brother that's up on reality\n[00:38.84] 'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\n[00:41.50] If you're born and raised in Compton\n[00:44.39] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:46.98] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:49.56] (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n[00:54.81] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:57.53] (Born and raised)\n[00:59.84] (Born-)\n[01:02.76] (Where you from, fool?)\n[01:04.29] (Compton)\n[01:04.88] Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n[01:08.31] But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n[01:10.79] 'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\n[01:13.67] Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n[01:16.25] They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n[01:19.10] Just because my equipment got stole\n[01:21.19] But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n[01:23.74] They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n[01:26.10] So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n[01:28.97] Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n[01:31.59] Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n[01:34.38] You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n[01:36.99] 'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\n[01:39.05] I really don't think I should have to explain it\n[01:41.60] Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but 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(Compton)\n[02:33.96] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:36.54] (Compton)\n[02:37.95] (Compton)\n[02:39.25] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:39.65] Yo, check this shit out\n[02:41.28] Right about now\n[02:42.65] I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n[02:45.02] What's up, nigga?\n[02:46.48] What's up KK?\n[02:48.32] My buddy D\n[02:49.93] We got AMG most definitely in the house\n[02:52.84] What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n[02:56.77] Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n[02:59.07] Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n[03:01.59] To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n[03:05.09] Roche is in the house\n[03:07.12] My buddy Donzelle\n[03:08.83] You know what's happenin', fool\n[03:10.69] What's up, Inch?\n[03:12.09] And Tony Lane is chillin'\n[03:14.31] To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n[03:16.00] And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n[03:18.76] And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n[03:21.74] And we out\n[03:22.86] Peace\n[03:23.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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49560\n  end_ms: 54810\n- text: (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  start_ms: 54810\n  end_ms: 57530\n- text: (Born and raised)\n  start_ms: 57530\n  end_ms: 59840\n- text: (Born-)\n  start_ms: 59840\n  end_ms: 62760\n- text: (Where you from, fool?)\n  start_ms: 62760\n  end_ms: 64290\n- text: (Compton)\n  start_ms: 64290\n  end_ms: 64880\n- text: Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n  start_ms: 64880\n  end_ms: 68310\n- text: But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n  start_ms: 68310\n  end_ms: 70790\n- text: '''Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit'\n  start_ms: 70790\n  end_ms: 73670\n- text: Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n  start_ms: 73670\n  end_ms: 76250\n- text: They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n  start_ms: 76250\n  end_ms: 79100\n- text: Just because my equipment got stole\n  start_ms: 79100\n  end_ms: 81190\n- text: But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n  start_ms: 81190\n  end_ms: 83740\n- text: They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n  start_ms: 83740\n  end_ms: 86100\n- text: So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n  start_ms: 86100\n  end_ms: 88970\n- text: Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n  start_ms: 88970\n  end_ms: 91590\n- text: Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n  start_ms: 91590\n  end_ms: 94380\n- text: You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n  start_ms: 94380\n  end_ms: 96990\n- text: '''Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin'' over'\n  start_ms: 96990\n  end_ms: 99050\n- text: I really don't think I should have to explain it\n  start_ms: 99050\n  end_ms: 101600\n- text: Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n  start_ms: 101600\n  end_ms: 104220\n- text: And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n  start_ms: 104220\n  end_ms: 106800\n- text: Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\n  start_ms: 106800\n  end_ms: 109510\n- text: Because I 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motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\n  start_ms: 137760\n  end_ms: 141710\n- text: Yeah (born and raised, born-)\n  start_ms: 141710\n  end_ms: 144790\n- text: (Born-, born-)\n  start_ms: 144790\n  end_ms: 147350\n- text: (Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n  start_ms: 147350\n  end_ms: 151380\n- text: (Compton) ah, yeah\n  start_ms: 151380\n  end_ms: 152690\n- text: (Compton)\n  start_ms: 152690\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: (C-C-C-Compton)\n  start_ms: 153960\n  end_ms: 156540\n- text: (Compton)\n  start_ms: 156540\n  end_ms: 157950\n- text: (Compton)\n  start_ms: 157950\n  end_ms: 159250\n- text: (C-C-C-Compton)\n  start_ms: 159250\n  end_ms: 159650\n- text: Yo, check this shit out\n  start_ms: 159650\n  end_ms: 161280\n- text: Right about now\n  start_ms: 161280\n  end_ms: 162650\n- text: I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n  start_ms: 162650\n  end_ms: 165020\n- text: What's up, nigga?\n  start_ms: 165020\n  end_ms: 166480\n- text: What's up KK?\n  start_ms: 166480\n 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196000\n  end_ms: 198760\n- text: And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n  start_ms: 198760\n  end_ms: 201740\n- text: And we out\n  start_ms: 201740\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Peace\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 203090\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 203090\nplain: |-\n  Alright\n\n  Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n  I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n  A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n  'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n  (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n  I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n  The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n  But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n\n  See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n  I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n  Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\n  Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\n  So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\n  A younger brother that's up on reality\n  'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\n  If you're born and raised in Compton\n\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised)\n  (Born-)\n  (Where you from, fool?)\n  (Compton)\n\n  Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n  But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n  'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\n  Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n  They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n  Just because my equipment got stole\n  But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n  They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n\n  So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n  Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n  Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n  You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n  'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\n  I really don't think I should have to explain it\n  Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n  And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n\n  Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\n  Because I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\n  A funky dope brother never ceases to impress\n  My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\n  I'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n  'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\n  Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n  'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n\n  (Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\n  Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\n  Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\n  DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\n  Yeah (born and raised, born-)\n\n  (Born-, born-)\n  (Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n  (Compton) ah, yeah\n  (Compton)\n  (C-C-C-Compton)\n  (Compton)\n  (Compton)\n  (C-C-C-Compton)\n\n  Yo, check this shit out\n  Right about now\n  I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n  What's up, nigga?\n  What's up KK?\n  My buddy D\n  We got AMG most definitely in the house\n  What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n  Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n  Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n  To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n  Roche is in the house\n  My buddy Donzelle\n  You know what's happenin', fool\n  What's up, Inch?\n  And Tony Lane is chillin'\n  To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n  And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n  And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n  And we out\n  Peace\n"},{"id":26126379,"name":"Born And Raised In Compton","trackName":"Born And Raised In Compton","artistName":"DJ Quik","albumName":"The Best Of DJ 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raised, b-b-b-)\n(Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n(Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n(Born and raised)\n(Born-)\n(Where you from, fool?)\n(Compton)\n\nNow Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\nBut then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\nBecause they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\nThey musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\nJust because my equipment got stole\nBut I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\nThey found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n\nSo here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\nAss clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\nLike the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\nYou're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\nI really don't think I should have to explain it\nOh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\nAnd I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n\nSometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\nBecause I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\nA funky dope brother never ceases to impress\nMy name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\nI'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\nRhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n\n(Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\nHell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\nFunky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\nDJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\nYeah (born and raised, born-)\n\n(Born-, born-)\n(Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n(Compton) ah, yeah\n(Compton)\n(C-C-C-Compton)\n(Compton)\n(Compton)\n(C-C-C-Compton)\n\nYo, check this shit out\nRight about now\nI'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\nWhat's up, nigga?\nWhat's up KK?\nMy buddy D\nWe got AMG most definitely in the house\nWhat's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\nTalkin' about the Armstrong Pack\nStraight got my motherfuckin' back\nTo my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\nRoche is in the house\nMy buddy Donzelle\nYou know what's happenin', fool\nWhat's up, Inch?\nAnd Tony Lane is chillin'\nTo my nigga Gangsta Wayne\nAnd my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\nAnd last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\nAnd we out\nPeace","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Alright\n[00:01.98] Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n[00:05.31] I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n[00:07.96] A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n[00:10.25] 'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n[00:12.66] (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n[00:15.22] I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n[00:17.96] The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n[00:20.43] But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n[00:22.82] See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n[00:25.64] I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n[00:28.20] Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\n[00:30.80] Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\n[00:33.01] So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\n[00:36.52] A younger brother that's up on reality\n[00:38.84] 'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\n[00:41.50] If you're born and raised in Compton\n[00:44.39] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:46.98] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:49.56] (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n[00:54.81] (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n[00:57.53] (Born and raised)\n[00:59.84] (Born-)\n[01:02.76] (Where you from, fool?)\n[01:04.29] (Compton)\n[01:04.88] Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n[01:08.31] But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n[01:10.79] 'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\n[01:13.67] Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n[01:16.25] They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n[01:19.10] Just because my equipment got stole\n[01:21.19] But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n[01:23.74] They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n[01:26.10] So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n[01:28.97] Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n[01:31.59] Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n[01:34.38] You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n[01:36.99] 'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\n[01:39.05] I really don't think I should have to explain it\n[01:41.60] Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n[01:44.22] And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n[01:46.80] Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\n[01:49.51] Because I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\n[01:52.22] A funky dope brother never ceases to impress\n[01:54.80] My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\n[01:57.54] I'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n[02:00.16] 'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\n[02:03.50] Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n[02:06.13] 'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n[02:08.92] (Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\n[02:11.56] Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\n[02:15.13] Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\n[02:17.76] DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\n[02:21.71] Yeah (born and raised, born-)\n[02:24.79] (Born-, born-)\n[02:27.35] (Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n[02:31.38] (Compton) ah, yeah\n[02:32.69] (Compton)\n[02:33.96] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:36.54] (Compton)\n[02:37.95] (Compton)\n[02:39.25] (C-C-C-Compton)\n[02:39.65] Yo, check this shit out\n[02:41.28] Right about now\n[02:42.65] I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n[02:45.02] What's up, nigga?\n[02:46.48] What's up KK?\n[02:48.32] My buddy D\n[02:49.93] We got AMG most definitely in the house\n[02:52.84] What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n[02:56.77] Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n[02:59.07] Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n[03:01.59] To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n[03:05.09] Roche is in the house\n[03:07.12] My buddy Donzelle\n[03:08.83] You know what's happenin', fool\n[03:10.69] What's up, Inch?\n[03:12.09] And Tony Lane is chillin'\n[03:14.31] To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n[03:16.00] And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n[03:18.76] And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n[03:21.74] And we out\n[03:22.86] Peace\n[03:23.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Born And Raised In Compton\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: The Best Of DJ Quik\n  duration_ms: 204986\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Alright\n  start_ms: 30\n  end_ms: 1980\n- text: Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n  start_ms: 1980\n  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Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\nTalkin' about the Armstrong Pack\nStraight got my motherfuckin' back\nTo my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\nRoche is in the house\nMy buddy Donzelle\nYou know what's happenin', fool\nWhat's up, Inch?\nAnd Tony Lane is chillin'\nTo my nigga Gangsta Wayne\nAnd my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\nAnd last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\nAnd we out\nPeace","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Alright\n[00:01.98] Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n[00:05.31] I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n[00:07.96] A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n[00:10.25] 'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n[00:12.66] (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n[00:15.22] I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n[00:17.96] The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n[00:20.43] But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n[00:22.82] See, my lyrics 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168320\n- text: My buddy D\n  start_ms: 168320\n  end_ms: 169930\n- text: We got AMG most definitely in the house\n  start_ms: 169930\n  end_ms: 172840\n- text: What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n  start_ms: 172840\n  end_ms: 176770\n- text: Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n  start_ms: 176770\n  end_ms: 179070\n- text: Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n  start_ms: 179070\n  end_ms: 181590\n- text: To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n  start_ms: 181590\n  end_ms: 185090\n- text: Roche is in the house\n  start_ms: 185090\n  end_ms: 187120\n- text: My buddy Donzelle\n  start_ms: 187120\n  end_ms: 188830\n- text: You know what's happenin', fool\n  start_ms: 188830\n  end_ms: 190690\n- text: What's up, Inch?\n  start_ms: 190690\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: And Tony Lane is chillin'\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194310\n- text: To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n  start_ms: 194310\n  end_ms: 196000\n- text: And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n  start_ms: 196000\n  end_ms: 198760\n- text: And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n  start_ms: 198760\n  end_ms: 201740\n- text: And we out\n  start_ms: 201740\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Peace\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 203090\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 203090\nplain: |-\n  Alright\n\n  Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n  I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n  A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n  'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n  (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n  I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n  The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n  But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n\n  See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n  I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n  Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\n  Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\n  So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\n  A younger brother that's up on reality\n  'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\n  If you're born and raised in Compton\n\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised)\n  (Born-)\n  (Where you from, fool?)\n  (Compton)\n\n  Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n  But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n  'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\n  Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n  They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n  Just because my equipment got stole\n  But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n  They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n\n  So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n  Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n  Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n  You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n  'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\n  I really don't think I should have to explain it\n  Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n  And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n\n  Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\n  Because I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\n  A funky dope brother never ceases to impress\n  My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\n  I'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n  'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\n  Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n  'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n\n  (Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\n  Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\n  Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)\n  DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)\n  Yeah (born and raised, born-)\n\n  (Born-, born-)\n  (Born and raised in C-, Compton)\n  (Compton) ah, yeah\n  (Compton)\n  (C-C-C-Compton)\n  (Compton)\n  (Compton)\n  (C-C-C-Compton)\n\n  Yo, check this shit out\n  Right about now\n  I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear\n  What's up, nigga?\n  What's up KK?\n  My buddy D\n  We got AMG most definitely in the house\n  What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n  Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n  Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n  To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n  Roche is in the house\n  My buddy Donzelle\n  You know what's happenin', fool\n  What's up, Inch?\n  And Tony Lane is chillin'\n  To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n  And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n  And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n  And we out\n  Peace\n"},{"id":12091230,"name":"Jus Lyke Compton","trackName":"Jus Lyke Compton","artistName":"Dj Quik","albumName":"Born And Raised In Compton","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T\nOff to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit\nMoving thangs, a local nigga made good\nAnd made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood\nAnd now, let me tell a little story\nAbout the places that I been to and the shit that I been through\nLike fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit\nAll because a nigga made a hit, check it\n\nNineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit\nThen we broke out with the fonky shit\nAbout bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud\nI was doing the shit they hadn't heard of\nBut foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this\nAnd that they didn't like this\nThat Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast\nAnd now that's just a thing of the past\n\nLet me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland\nAnd niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new\nAnd slangin' ain't nothin' new\nAnd for every nigga we done shot they done shot two\nStraight through and on since the sixties before I was born\nFamilies of young niggaz mourn\nSo I'm just letting you know\nThat if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n\nBecause Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nMoving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\nWith gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\nWhere it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\nThat's why I kept my ass on the bus\nBut later on, when it cooled off we came down\nAnd met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\nThe Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\nAnd a couple of bitches\n\nThen they took us to a man named Gus in a store\nHe put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\nThat's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\nBut then they had to prove me wrong\n'Cuz later that night after we did the show\nWe went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\nYeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\nDamn, how could this happen?\n\nNow St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nI don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\nThey need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\nToo busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\nAnd never ever seen the Shaw\nBut now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\nWe packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\nWhen we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\nWhen I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n\nI guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\nAnd San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\nAnd before it was over the shit got deep\nA nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\nThen they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\nLittle did they know that we was packin'\nYeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\nI even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n\nNow San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nAfter a month on the road\nWe came home and I can safely say\nThat L.A. is a much better place to stay\nHow could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this\nHave such a big influence on niggaz so far away?\nBut still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell\nAnd the people of Colorado, they know it well\nIt was all in the news and if you don't remember\nI had this show I did in Denver\n\nWith a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink\nBitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit\nTo the front of the stage to throw their gang signs\nBut I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind\nThen I poured out my brew onto their face and chest\nThen they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests\nWhen it was over two niggaz needed stitches\nGot cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches\n\nNow Denver\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, Denver\n(They wanna be like Compton, bitch)\n\nAnd ya know that Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\n\nUh-huh, San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, and Denver\n(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)\nI thought ya knew\n(Yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.54] Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T\n[00:04.42] Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit\n[00:05.37] Moving thangs, a local nigga made good\n[00:08.19] And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood\n[00:10.80] And now, let me tell a little story\n[00:12.64] About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through\n[00:15.30] Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit\n[00:18.17] All because a nigga made a hit, check it\n[00:20.96] Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit\n[00:23.87] Then we broke out with the fonky shit\n[00:26.57] About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud\n[00:29.33] I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of\n[00:32.00] But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this\n[00:34.83] And that they didn't like this\n[00:36.61] That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast\n[00:39.33] And now that's just a thing of the past\n[00:42.13] Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland\n[00:43.94] And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new\n[00:47.64] And slangin' ain't nothin' new\n[00:48.51] And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two\n[00:51.56] Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born\n[00:54.28] Families of young niggaz mourn\n[00:56.96] So I'm just letting you know\n[00:58.79] That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n[01:01.47] Because Oakland\n[01:03.35] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[01:06.08] Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n[01:07.84] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[01:10.52] Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\n[01:13.32] With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\n[01:16.98] Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\n[01:19.67] That's why I kept my ass on the bus\n[01:22.44] But later on, when it cooled off we came down\n[01:24.56] And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\n[01:26.35] The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\n[01:31.04] And a couple of bitches\n[01:32.80] Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store\n[01:35.56] He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\n[01:37.31] That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\n[01:40.27] But then they had to prove me wrong\n[01:42.13] 'Cuz later that night after we did the show\n[01:44.98] We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\n[01:46.71] Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\n[01:49.54] Damn, how could this happen?\n[01:51.52] Now St. Louis\n[01:55.21] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[01:59.76] Yeah y'all, St. Louis\n[02:01.56] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[02:02.45] I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\n[02:05.11] They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\n[02:07.97] Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\n[02:10.72] And never ever seen the Shaw\n[02:13.59] But now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\n[02:17.14] We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\n[02:18.93] When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\n[02:20.97] When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n[02:23.69] I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\n[02:25.40] And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\n[02:28.11] And before it was over the shit got deep\n[02:30.92] A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\n[02:32.72] Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\n[02:34.70] Little did they know that we was packin'\n[02:36.79] Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\n[02:40.46] I even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n[02:42.27] Now San Antonio\n[02:44.04] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[02:47.61] Yeah, San Antonio\n[02:48.57] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[02:52.41] After a month on the road\n[02:54.32] We came home and I can safely say\n[02:56.24] That L.A. is a much better place to stay\n[02:58.94] How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this\n[03:01.61] Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?\n[03:04.35] But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell\n[03:05.28] And the people of Colorado, they know it well\n[03:08.93] It was all in the news and if you don't remember\n[03:10.76] I had this show I did in Denver\n[03:13.65] With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink\n[03:15.59] Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit\n[03:18.32] To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs\n[03:21.26] But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind\n[03:24.07] Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest\n[03:26.85] Then they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests\n[03:30.46] When it was over two niggaz needed stitches\n[03:31.30] Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches\n[03:34.07] Now Denver\n[03:35.83] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[03:38.60] Yeah y'all, Denver\n[03:40.47] (They wanna be like Compton, bitch)\n[03:43.15] And ya know that Oakland\n[03:45.92] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[03:48.60] Yeah y'all, St. Louis\n[03:50.45] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[03:52.41] Uh-huh, San Antonio\n[03:55.37] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[03:58.01] Yeah, and Denver\n[04:00.76] (They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)\n[04:04.38] I thought ya knew\n[04:05.39] (Yeah)\n[04:07.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jus Lyke Compton\n  artist: Dj Quik\n  album: Born And Raised In Compton\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T\n  start_ms: 3540\n  end_ms: 4420\n- text: Off to other cities and 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(It's jus lyke Compton)\n  Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n  (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\n  Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\n  With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\n  Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\n  That's why I kept my ass on the bus\n  But later on, when it cooled off we came down\n  And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\n  The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\n  And a couple of bitches\n\n  Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store\n  He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\n  That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\n  But then they had to prove me wrong\n  'Cuz later that night after we did the show\n  We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\n  Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\n  Damn, how could this happen?\n\n  Now St. Louis\n  (It's jus lyke Compton)\n  Yeah 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(Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n  I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n  The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n  But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n\n  See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n  I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n  Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\n  Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\n  So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\n  A younger brother that's up on reality\n  'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\n  If you're born and raised in Compton\n\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised)\n  (Born-)\n  (Where you from, fool?)\n  (Compton)\n\n  Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n  But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n  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engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n  start_ms: 196000\n  end_ms: 198760\n- text: And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n  start_ms: 198760\n  end_ms: 201740\n- text: And we out\n  start_ms: 201740\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Peace\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 203090\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 203090\nplain: |-\n  Alright\n\n  Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n  I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n  A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n  'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n  (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n  I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n  The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n  But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n\n  See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n  I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n  Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still 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th","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T\nOff to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit\nMoving thangs, a local nigga made good\nAnd made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood\nAnd now, let me tell a little story\nAbout the places that I been to and the shit that I been through\nLike fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit\nAll because a nigga made a hit, check it\n\nNineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit\nThen we broke out with the fonky shit\nAbout bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud\nI was doing the shit they hadn't heard of\nBut foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this\nAnd that they didn't like this\nThat Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast\nAnd now that's just a thing of the past\n\nLet me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland\nAnd niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new\nAnd slangin' ain't nothin' new\nAnd for every nigga we done shot they done shot two\nStraight through and on since the sixties before I was born\nFamilies of young niggaz mourn\nSo I'm just letting you know\nThat if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n\nBecause Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nMoving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\nWith gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\nWhere it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\nThat's why I kept my ass on the bus\nBut later on, when it cooled off we came down\nAnd met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\nThe Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\nAnd a couple of bitches\n\nThen they took us to a man named Gus in a store\nHe put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\nThat's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\nBut then they had to prove me wrong\n'Cuz later that night after we did the show\nWe went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\nYeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\nDamn, how could this happen?\n\nNow St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nI don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\nThey need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\nToo busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\nAnd never ever seen the Shaw\nBut now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\nWe packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\nWhen we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\nWhen I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n\nI guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\nAnd San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\nAnd before it was over the shit got deep\nA nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\nThen they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\nLittle did they know that we was packin'\nYeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\nI even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n\nNow San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nAfter a month on the road\nWe came home and I can safely say\nThat L.A. is a much better place to stay\nHow could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this\nHave such a big influence on niggaz so far away?\nBut still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell\nAnd the people of Colorado, they know it well\nIt was all in the news and if you don't remember\nI had this show I did in Denver\n\nWith a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink\nBitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit\nTo the front of the stage to throw their gang signs\nBut I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind\nThen I poured out my brew onto their face and chest\nThen they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests\nWhen it was over two niggaz needed stitches\nGot cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches\n\nNow Denver\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, Denver\n(They wanna be like Compton, bitch)\n\nAnd ya know that Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\n\nUh-huh, San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, and Denver\n(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)\nI thought ya knew\n(Yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.54] Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T\n[00:04.42] Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit\n[00:05.37] Moving thangs, a local nigga made good\n[00:08.19] And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood\n[00:10.80] And now, let me tell a little story\n[00:12.64] About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through\n[00:15.30] Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit\n[00:18.17] All because a nigga made a hit, check it\n[00:20.96] Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit\n[00:23.87] Then we broke out with the fonky shit\n[00:26.57] About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud\n[00:29.33] I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of\n[00:32.00] But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this\n[00:34.83] And that they didn't like this\n[00:36.61] That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast\n[00:39.33] And now that's just a thing of the past\n[00:42.13] Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland\n[00:43.94] And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new\n[00:47.64] And slangin' ain't nothin' new\n[00:48.51] And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two\n[00:51.56] Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born\n[00:54.28] Families of young niggaz mourn\n[00:56.96] So I'm just letting you know\n[00:58.79] That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n[01:01.47] Because Oakland\n[01:03.35] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[01:06.08] Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n[01:07.84] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[01:10.52] Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\n[01:13.32] With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\n[01:16.98] Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\n[01:19.67] That's why I kept my ass on the bus\n[01:22.44] But later on, when it cooled off we came down\n[01:24.56] And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\n[01:26.35] The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\n[01:31.04] And a couple of bitches\n[01:32.80] Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store\n[01:35.56] He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\n[01:37.31] That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\n[01:40.27] But then they had to prove me wrong\n[01:42.13] 'Cuz later that night after we did the show\n[01:44.98] We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\n[01:46.71] Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\n[01:49.54] Damn, how could this happen?\n[01:51.52] Now St. Louis\n[01:55.21] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[01:59.76] Yeah y'all, St. Louis\n[02:01.56] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[02:02.45] I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\n[02:05.11] They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\n[02:07.97] Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\n[02:10.72] And never ever seen the Shaw\n[02:13.59] But now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\n[02:17.14] We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\n[02:18.93] When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\n[02:20.97] When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n[02:23.69] I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\n[02:25.40] And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\n[02:28.11] And before it was over the shit got deep\n[02:30.92] A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\n[02:32.72] Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\n[02:34.70] Little did they know that we was packin'\n[02:36.79] Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\n[02:40.46] I even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n[02:42.27] Now San Antonio\n[02:44.04] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[02:47.61] Yeah, San Antonio\n[02:48.57] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[02:52.41] After a month on the road\n[02:54.32] We came home and I can safely say\n[02:56.24] That L.A. is a much better place to stay\n[02:58.94] How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this\n[03:01.61] Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?\n[03:04.35] But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell\n[03:05.28] And the people of Colorado, they know it well\n[03:08.93] It was all in the news and if you don't remember\n[03:10.76] I had this show I did in Denver\n[03:13.65] With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink\n[03:15.59] Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit\n[03:18.32] To the front of the stage to throw their 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 So I'm just letting you know\n  That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n\n  Because Oakland\n  (It's jus lyke Compton)\n  Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n  (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\n  Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\n  With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\n  Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\n  That's why I kept my ass on the bus\n  But later on, when it cooled off we came down\n  And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\n  The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\n  And a couple of bitches\n\n  Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store\n  He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\n  That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\n  But then they had to prove me wrong\n  'Cuz later that night after we did the show\n  We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\n  Yeah, Bloods and Crips start 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162670\n  end_ms: 165060\n- text: What's up, nigga?\n  start_ms: 165060\n  end_ms: 166470\n- text: What's up KK?\n  start_ms: 166470\n  end_ms: 168320\n- text: My buddy D\n  start_ms: 168320\n  end_ms: 169990\n- text: We got AMG most definitely in the house\n  start_ms: 169990\n  end_ms: 172830\n- text: What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'\n  start_ms: 172830\n  end_ms: 176760\n- text: Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack\n  start_ms: 176760\n  end_ms: 179040\n- text: Straight got my motherfuckin' back\n  start_ms: 179040\n  end_ms: 181590\n- text: To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?\n  start_ms: 181590\n  end_ms: 185040\n- text: Roche is in the house\n  start_ms: 185040\n  end_ms: 187120\n- text: My buddy Donzelle\n  start_ms: 187120\n  end_ms: 188850\n- text: You know what's happenin', fool\n  start_ms: 188850\n  end_ms: 190600\n- text: What's up, Inch?\n  start_ms: 190600\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: And Tony Lane is chillin'\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194380\n- text: To my nigga Gangsta Wayne\n  start_ms: 194380\n  end_ms: 196020\n- text: And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'\n  start_ms: 196020\n  end_ms: 198730\n- text: And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue\n  start_ms: 198730\n  end_ms: 201730\n- text: And we out\n  start_ms: 201730\n  end_ms: 202810\n- text: Peace\n  start_ms: 202810\n  end_ms: 203040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 203040\nplain: |-\n  Alright\n\n  Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik\n  I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick\n  A lot of people already know exactly where it's at\n  'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack\n  (Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown\n  I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around\n  The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity\n  But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)\n\n  See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em\n  I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go\n  Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling\n  Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show\n  So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see\n  A younger brother that's up on reality\n  'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping\n  If you're born and raised in Compton\n\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)\n  (Born and raised, b-b-b-)\n  (Born and raised)\n  (Born-)\n  (Where you from, fool?)\n  (Compton)\n\n  Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see\n  But then I found that it wasn't no place for me\n  'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit\n  Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit\n  They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role\n  Just because my equipment got stole\n  But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown\n  They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down\n\n  So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-\n  Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother\n  Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game\n  You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same\n  'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over\n  I really don't think I should have to explain it\n  Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover\n  And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain\n\n  Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest\n  Because I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest\n  A funky dope brother never ceases to impress\n  My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest\n  I'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly\n  'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively\n  Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win\n  'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it\n\n  (Born and raised, born-, born and raised)\n  Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)\n  Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in 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Quik","albumName":"Born And Raised In Compton: The Greatest Hits","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T\nOff to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit\nMoving thangs, a local nigga made good\nAnd made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood\nAnd now, let me tell a little story\nAbout the places that I been to and the shit that I been through\nLike fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit\nAll because a nigga made a hit, check it\n\nNineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit\nThen we broke out with the fonky shit\nAbout bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud\nI was doing the shit they hadn't heard of\nBut foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this\nAnd that they didn't like this\nThat Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast\nAnd now that's just a thing of the past\n\nLet me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland\nAnd niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new\nAnd slangin' ain't nothin' new\nAnd for every nigga we done shot they done shot two\nStraight through and on since the sixties before I was born\nFamilies of young niggaz mourn\nSo I'm just letting you know\nThat if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n\nBecause Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nMoving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\nWith gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\nWhere it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\nThat's why I kept my ass on the bus\nBut later on, when it cooled off we came down\nAnd met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\nThe Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\nAnd a couple of bitches\n\nThen they took us to a man named Gus in a store\nHe put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\nThat's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\nBut then they had to prove me wrong\n'Cuz later that night after we did the show\nWe went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\nYeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\nDamn, how could this happen?\n\nNow St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nI don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\nThey need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\nToo busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\nAnd never ever seen the Shaw\nBut now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\nWe packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\nWhen we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\nWhen I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n\nI guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\nAnd San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\nAnd before it was over the shit got deep\nA nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\nThen they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\nLittle did they know that we was packin'\nYeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\nI even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n\nNow San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nAfter a month on the road\nWe came home and I can safely say\nThat L.A. is a much better place to stay\nHow could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this\nHave such a big influence on niggaz so far away?\nBut still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell\nAnd the people of Colorado, they know it well\nIt was all in the news and if you don't remember\nI had this show I did in Denver\n\nWith a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink\nBitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit\nTo the front of the stage to throw their gang signs\nBut I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind\nThen I poured out my brew onto their face and chest\nThen they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests\nWhen it was over two niggaz needed stitches\nGot cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches\n\nNow Denver\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, Denver\n(They wanna be like Compton, bitch)\n\nAnd ya know that Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\n\nUh-huh, San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, and Denver\n(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)\nI thought ya knew\n(Yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.54] Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T\n[00:04.42] Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit\n[00:05.37] Moving thangs, a local nigga made good\n[00:08.19] And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood\n[00:10.80] And now, let me tell a little story\n[00:12.64] About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through\n[00:15.30] Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit\n[00:18.17] All because a nigga made a hit, check it\n[00:20.96] Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit\n[00:23.87] Then we broke out with the fonky shit\n[00:26.57] About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud\n[00:29.33] I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of\n[00:32.00] But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this\n[00:34.83] And that they didn't like this\n[00:36.61] That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast\n[00:39.33] And now that's just a thing of the past\n[00:42.13] Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland\n[00:43.94] And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new\n[00:47.64] And slangin' ain't nothin' new\n[00:48.51] And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two\n[00:51.56] Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born\n[00:54.28] Families of young niggaz mourn\n[00:56.96] So I'm just letting you know\n[00:58.79] That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n[01:01.47] Because Oakland\n[01:03.35] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[01:06.08] Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n[01:07.84] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[01:10.52] Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\n[01:13.32] With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\n[01:16.98] Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\n[01:19.67] That's why I kept my ass on the bus\n[01:22.44] But later on, when it cooled off we came down\n[01:24.56] And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\n[01:26.35] The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\n[01:31.04] And a couple of bitches\n[01:32.80] Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store\n[01:35.56] He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\n[01:37.31] That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\n[01:40.27] But then they had to prove me wrong\n[01:42.13] 'Cuz later that night after we did the show\n[01:44.98] We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\n[01:46.71] Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\n[01:49.54] Damn, how could this happen?\n[01:51.52] Now St. Louis\n[01:55.21] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[01:59.76] Yeah y'all, St. Louis\n[02:01.56] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[02:02.45] I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\n[02:05.11] They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\n[02:07.97] Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\n[02:10.72] And never ever seen the Shaw\n[02:13.59] But now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\n[02:17.14] We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\n[02:18.93] When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\n[02:20.97] When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n[02:23.69] I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\n[02:25.40] And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\n[02:28.11] And before it was over the shit got deep\n[02:30.92] A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\n[02:32.72] Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\n[02:34.70] Little did they know that we was packin'\n[02:36.79] Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\n[02:40.46] I even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n[02:42.27] Now San Antonio\n[02:44.04] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[02:47.61] Yeah, San Antonio\n[02:48.57] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[02:52.41] After a month on the road\n[02:54.32] We came home and I can safely say\n[02:56.24] That L.A. is a much better place to stay\n[02:58.94] How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this\n[03:01.61] Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?\n[03:04.35] But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell\n[03:05.28] And the people of Colorado, they know it well\n[03:08.93] It was all in the news and if you don't remember\n[03:10.76] I had this show I did in Denver\n[03:13.65] With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink\n[03:15.59] Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit\n[03:18.32] To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs\n[03:21.26] But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind\n[03:24.07] Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest\n[03:26.85] Then they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests\n[03:30.46] When it was over two niggaz needed stitches\n[03:31.30] Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches\n[03:34.07] Now Denver\n[03:35.83] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[03:38.60] Yeah y'all, Denver\n[03:40.47] (They wanna be like Compton, bitch)\n[03:43.15] And ya know that Oakland\n[03:45.92] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[03:48.60] Yeah y'all, St. Louis\n[03:50.45] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[03:52.41] Uh-huh, San Antonio\n[03:55.37] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[03:58.01] Yeah, and Denver\n[04:00.76] (They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)\n[04:04.38] I thought ya knew\n[04:05.39] (Yeah)\n[04:07.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jus Lyke Compton\n  artist: DJ Quik\n  album: 'Born And Raised In Compton: The Greatest Hits'\n 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local nigga made good\n  And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood\n  And now, let me tell a little story\n  About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through\n  Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit\n  All because a nigga made a hit, check it\n\n  Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit\n  Then we broke out with the fonky shit\n  About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud\n  I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of\n  But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this\n  And that they didn't like this\n  That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast\n  And now that's just a thing of the past\n\n  Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland\n  And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new\n  And slangin' ain't nothin' new\n  And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two\n  Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born\n  Families of young niggaz mourn\n  So I'm just letting you know\n  That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n\n  Because Oakland\n  (It's jus lyke Compton)\n  Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n  (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\n  Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\n  With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\n  Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\n  That's why I kept my ass on the bus\n  But later on, when it cooled off we came down\n  And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\n  The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\n  And a couple of bitches\n\n  Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store\n  He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\n  That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\n  But then they had to prove me wrong\n  'Cuz later that night after we did the show\n  We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\n  Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\n  Damn, how could this happen?\n\n  Now St. Louis\n  (It's jus lyke Compton)\n  Yeah y'all, St. Louis\n  (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\n  I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\n  They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\n  Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\n  And never ever seen the Shaw\n  But now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\n  We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\n  When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\n  When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n\n  I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\n  And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\n  And before it was over the shit got deep\n  A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\n  Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\n  Little did they know that we was packin'\n  Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\n  I even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n\n  Now San Antonio\n  (It's jus lyke Compton)\n  Yeah, San Antonio\n  (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\n  After a month on the road\n  We came home and I can safely say\n  That L.A. is a much better place to stay\n  How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this\n  Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?\n  But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell\n  And the people of Colorado, they know it well\n  It was all in the news and if you don't remember\n  I had this show I did in Denver\n\n  With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink\n  Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit\n  To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs\n  But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind\n  Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest\n  Then they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests\n  When it was over two niggaz needed stitches\n  Got cracked in they jaw for 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country is fucked\nWith gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\nWhere it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\nThat's why I kept my ass on the bus\nBut later on, when it cooled off we came down\nAnd met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\nThe Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\nAnd a couple of bitches\n\nThen they took us to a man named Gus in a store\nHe put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\nThat's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\nBut then they had to prove me wrong\n'Cuz later that night after we did the show\nWe went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\nYeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\nDamn, how could this happen?\n\nNow St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nI don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\nThey need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\nToo busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\nAnd never ever seen the Shaw\nBut now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\nWe packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\nWhen we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\nWhen I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n\nI guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\nAnd San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\nAnd before it was over the shit got deep\nA nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\nThen they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\nLittle did they know that we was packin'\nYeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\nI even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n\nNow San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n\nAfter a month on the road\nWe came home and I can safely say\nThat L.A. is a much better place to stay\nHow could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this\nHave such a big influence on niggaz so far away?\nBut still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell\nAnd the people of Colorado, they know it well\nIt was all in the news and if you don't remember\nI had this show I did in Denver\n\nWith a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink\nBitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit\nTo the front of the stage to throw their gang signs\nBut I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind\nThen I poured out my brew onto their face and chest\nThen they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests\nWhen it was over two niggaz needed stitches\nGot cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches\n\nNow Denver\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, Denver\n(They wanna be like Compton, bitch)\n\nAnd ya know that Oakland\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah y'all, St. Louis\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\n\nUh-huh, San Antonio\n(It's jus lyke Compton)\nYeah, and Denver\n(They wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)\nI thought ya knew\n(Yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.54] Finally out the motherfuckin' C P T\n[00:04.42] Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit\n[00:05.37] Moving thangs, a local nigga made good\n[00:08.19] And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood\n[00:10.80] And now, let me tell a little story\n[00:12.64] About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through\n[00:15.30] Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit\n[00:18.17] All because a nigga made a hit, check it\n[00:20.96] Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit\n[00:23.87] Then we broke out with the fonky shit\n[00:26.57] About bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud\n[00:29.33] I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of\n[00:32.00] But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this\n[00:34.83] And that they didn't like this\n[00:36.61] That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast\n[00:39.33] And now that's just a thing of the past\n[00:42.13] Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland\n[00:43.94] And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new\n[00:47.64] And slangin' ain't nothin' new\n[00:48.51] And for every nigga we done shot they done shot two\n[00:51.56] Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born\n[00:54.28] Families of young niggaz mourn\n[00:56.96] So I'm just letting you know\n[00:58.79] That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip\n[01:01.47] Because Oakland\n[01:03.35] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[01:06.08] Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland\n[01:07.84] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[01:10.52] Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked\n[01:13.32] With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up\n[01:16.98] Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss\n[01:19.67] That's why I kept my ass on the bus\n[01:22.44] But later on, when it cooled off we came down\n[01:24.56] And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap\n[01:26.35] The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich\n[01:31.04] And a couple of bitches\n[01:32.80] Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store\n[01:35.56] He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore\n[01:37.31] That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home\n[01:40.27] But then they had to prove me wrong\n[01:42.13] 'Cuz later that night after we did the show\n[01:44.98] We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know\n[01:46.71] Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?\n[01:49.54] Damn, how could this happen?\n[01:51.52] Now St. Louis\n[01:55.21] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[01:59.76] Yeah y'all, St. Louis\n[02:01.56] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[02:02.45] I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good\n[02:05.11] They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood\n[02:07.97] Too busy claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw\n[02:10.72] And never ever seen the Shaw\n[02:13.59] But now, back to the story that I'm tellin'\n[02:17.14] We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'\n[02:18.93] When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits\n[02:20.97] When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots\n[02:23.69] I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest\n[02:25.40] And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test\n[02:28.11] And before it was over the shit got deep\n[02:30.92] A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street\n[02:32.72] Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'\n[02:34.70] Little did they know that we was packin'\n[02:36.79] Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest, shit\n[02:40.46] I even had to wear the bulletproof vest\n[02:42.27] Now San Antonio\n[02:44.04] (It's jus lyke Compton)\n[02:47.61] Yeah, San Antonio\n[02:48.57] (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all)\n[02:52.41] After a month on the road\n[02:54.32] We came home and I can safely say\n[02:56.24] That L.A. is a much better place to stay\n[02:58.94] How 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tend to fire up\n  Because a young brother like the Quik is gettin' wired up\n\n  You know my off-beat style is flowin' all the while\n  I'm showin' suckers, they can't get none of this\n  Let alone some of this, I'm a musical genius\n  And if you fuck with my roll\n\n  I beat yo' ass as if uh we was playin' Tecmo Bowl\n  I'm a producer if a rhythm is dope I choose it\n  And I hope you know I'd rather be dope than use it\n  I was a player in the Penthouse and now I'm uprooted\n\n  A young scallion in them khaki suits and booted\n  With a 40 in hand I'm a take a stand\n  I'm lettin' 'em know they can't fuck with the one man band\n  And if a soft sucker want to know who's to blame\n  I let 'em know, Quik is the name\n\n  (Dj Quik)\n  Now can we get back on the tip of the real unadulterated funk\n  This beat is gettin' funky just like a skunk\n  And the funk is that I step with the style I show\n  Let's blow these motherfuckin' nimrods doin' low\n\n  What makes you think that you can even try to step to me?\n  I hold the dice without six on the tea leaf\n  I know you want to win some go on and try your luck\n  Punk, put your money on the floor and get bucked\n\n  By a pro-fession-al, rhyme hoodlum\n  Hoochies all over my tip because I screwed 'em\n  One-time can't lock me up, 'cause I elude 'em\n  And bubblegum rappers can't fade me 'cause I chewed 'em\n\n  So suckers get at me I'm the \"Q\" in quotations\n  And the C-P-T is the location\n  I won't talk in riddles 'cause you don't need the strain on your brain\n  To make it simple, Quik is the name\n\n  (DJ Quik)\n  Yeah, I don't compare my rhyme styles to no gat\n  'Cause to me that bullshit is super wack\n  I just remain plain and kick the facts\n  'Bout how a nigga can't keep from gettin' jacked\n\n  You gotta hold your own at any cost\n  'Cause if you don't boy you might get bossed and tossed\n  By a sucker who claims he got more game than you\n  Bein' true is what you oughta do\n\n  Or you just might find some 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