Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Finally out the motherfuckin see- p- t
Dm
Off to other cities and shit
Gm
Dm
No longer just an underground hit
Gm
Movin thangs... a local nigga
Dm
made good
A
And made a name off of making
Gm
tapes for niggaz in the hood
Dm
And now, let me tell a little story
Gm
About the places that i been to
Dm
and the shit that i been through
Gm
Dm
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin
and shit
Gm
All because a nigga made a hit,
Dm
check it
Nineteen- ninety- one,
G
F
it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit
Dm
Then we broke out with the fonky shit
G
About bitches and niggaz and gettin
C
F
drunken off that bud
Dm
I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of
Gm
But foolish was i to think that it wasn't
F
no other cities like this
Dm
And that they didn't like this
That compton was the home
Gm
of a foot in yo ass
F
Where you got blast
Dm
And now that's just a thing of the past
C
Let me tell ya why firsthand,
Dm
F
we did a show up in oak- land
Dm
And niggaz was kickin up sand,
to them bangin ain't nothin new
F
G
And slangin ain't nothin new
F
And for every nigga we done shot
Dm
They done shot two
Straight through and on since the
F
sixties before i was born
Dm
Families of young niggaz mourn
So i'm just letting you know
C
F
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay
Dm
Keep your hand on the clip
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Dm
Becaue oakland...
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lyke compton>
Dm
Gm
Yeah, i'm telling why'all oakland...
Dm
Gm
Dm
C
Moving on to st. louis,
where thecountry is fucked
F
With gold teeth int hey mouth,
Dm
but they still know what's up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker
F
Dm
Hot enough to make ya cuss
F
Dm
That's why i kept my ass on the bus
But later on, whenit cooled
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G
off we came down
F
And met a couple of friends
Dm
Who put us up on the st. louis cap
F
The smith center, with big bob, little steve,
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tojo, biss and rich
And a couple of bitches
F
Then they took us to a man named
gus in a store
He put me down with a her
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ringbone and shoes galore
C
That's when i started thinking
A
that this wasn't like home
F
Dm
But then they had to prove me wrong
'cause later that night after
we did the show
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F
We went back to the afterset, and
Dm
wouldn't ya know
F
Yeah, bloods and crips start scrappin
C
F
and shootin - - in missouri?
Dm
Damn, how could this happen?
Bb
Dm
Now st. louis...
Gm
lyke compton>
Dm
Yeah why'all, st. louis...
Gm
F
lyke compton nigga>
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I don't think they know,
they too crazy for their own good
F
Dm
They need to stop watchin that "col
ors" and "boyz in the hood"
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C
Too busy claimin sixties, tryin to be raw
F
Dm
And never ever seen the shaw
F
But now, back to the story that i'm tellin
We packed up the tour bus one more
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time and started bailin
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When we arrived i saw red and
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blue sweatsuits
F
When i'm thinkin bout horse
Dm
dookey and cowboy boots
G
I guess texas ain't no dif
ferent from the rest
F
And san antonio,
Dm
was just waitin to put us to the test
F
C
And before it was over the shit got deep
F
Dm
A nigga got shot in the face,
and was dead in the street
Then they came in the club
F
thinkin of scrappin
Dm
Little did they know that we was packin
Yeah, we was puttin em down
Gm
and squaring the rest, shit
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F
I even had to wear the
Dm
bulletproof vest
C
Gm
Dm
Now san antonio...
Dm
Yeah, san antonio...
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Dm
lyke compton bitch>
After a month on the road
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F
C
We came home and i can safely say
F
Dm
That l.a. is a much better place to stay
F
How could a bunch of
C
niggaz in a town like this
F
Dm
Have such a big influence on
niggaz so far away?
Gm
But still my story ain't over 'cause
i got one more to tell
F
Dm
And the people of colorado,
they know it well
C
It was all in the news and if you
don't remember
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Dm
I had this show i did in denver
With a punk ass promoter in a
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C
bunk ass skating rink
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Bitches was loving it,
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Dm
but niggaz was shovin and shit
C
F
To the front of the stage to
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throw their gang signs
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C
But i'm getting paid so
Dm
i didn't pay it no mind
F
Then i poured out my brew
C
onto their face and chest
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Then they start throwin soda,
C
Dm
and fuckin up my guests
When it was over two
F
niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for
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being punk ass bitches
Bb
Gm
Dm
Now denver...
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lyke compton>
Dm
Gm
Dm
Yeah why'all, denver...
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to be like compton, bitch>
And ya know that oakland...
Dm
Gm
Dm
Yeah why'all st. louis...
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fools>
Dm
Uh- huh, san antonio...
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Yeah, and denver...
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punk ass niggaz!>
I thought ya knew...
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