Born and Raised In Compton

Alright

Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik
I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack
(Compton) yeah, that's the name of my hometown
I'm throwing down in the town where my name is all around
The suckers just be havin' a fit, and that's a pity
But I ain't doing nothing but (claiming my city)

See, my lyrics I'm doubling up and proving to suckers that I can throw 'em
I'm passing a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go
Yes, I'm definitely freestyling, all the while still profiling
Never tricks, the DJ Quikster steals the show
So, that's how I'm livin', I do as I please, you see
A younger brother that's up on reality
'Cause everybody knows you have to be stomping
If you're born and raised in Compton

(Born and raised, b-b-b-)
(Born and raised, b-b-b-)
(Born and r-, born and r-, born and raised in Compton)
(Born and raised, b-b-b-)
(Born and raised)
(Born-)
(Where you from, fool?)
(Compton)

Now Compton is the place where the homeboys chill, you see
But then I found that it wasn't no place for me
'Cause way back in the day somebody must of wanted me to quit
Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit
They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role
Just because my equipment got stole
But I ain't going out like no sucker-ass clown
They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down

So here's some bass in your face, motherfucker silly sucker-
Ass clucker, now you're duckin', 'cause you can't stop a brother
Like the Quiksta, because I'm true to the game
You're lame, and things ain't going never be the same
'Cause a nigga like the Quik is takin' over
I really don't think I should have to explain it
Oh, yeah, I'm a dog, but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feeling no pain

Sometimes I have to wear a bullet-proof vest
Because I got the 'CPT' sign written across my chest
A funky dope brother never ceases to impress
My name is DJ Quik, so you can fuck the rest
I'm comin' like this, and I'm comin' directly
'Cause suckers get dain-bramaged if I'm doin' damage quite effectively
Rhymin' is a battlezone, and suckers have no win
'Cause I'm a veteran from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N, kick it

(Born and raised, born-, born and raised)
Hell, motherfuckin', yeah (born and raised)
Funky dope for the nine-ace (born and raised in Compton)
DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin' house (born and raised)
Yeah (born and raised, born-)

(Born-, born-)
(Born and raised in C-, Compton)
(Compton) ah, yeah
(Compton)
(C-C-C-Compton)
(Compton)
(Compton)
(C-C-C-Compton)

Yo, check this shit out
Right about now
I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear
What's up, nigga?
What's up KK?
My buddy D
We got AMG most definitely in the house
What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby Brian cold chillin'
Talkin' about the Armstrong Pack
Straight got my motherfuckin' back
To my buddy NOE what's up, fool?
Roche is in the house
My buddy Donzelle
You know what's happenin', fool
What's up, Inch?
And Tony Lane is chillin'
To my nigga Gangsta Wayne
And my engineer Joe gettin busy on the flo'
And last but not least I'd like to thank Shabby Blue
And we out
Peace