Born & Raised in Compton

Now everybody wants to know the truth about a brother named Quik
I come from the school of the sly, wicked and the slick
A lotta people already know exactly where it's at
'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack, Compton

Yeah, that's the name of my hometown
I'm goin' 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 doin' nothin' but

See, my lyrics I'm doublin' up and provin' to suckers that I can throw
I'm passin' a natural ten or four or six or eight before I go
Yes, I'm definitely freestylin', all the while still profilin'
Never a trickster, 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 stompin'
If you're born and raised in Compton

Born and raised
Born and raised
Born and raised, born and raised
Born and raised in Compton
Born and raised
Born and raised
Born
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 musta wanted me to quit
Because they broke in my house and cold stole my shit

They musta thought that I was gonna play the punk role
Just because my equipment got stole
But I ain't goin' out like no sucker-ass clown
They found they couldn't keep a dope nigga down

So here's some bass in your face, muthafucka silly sucker
Ass clocker, 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 gonna 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 feelin' no pain

Sometimes I have to wear the 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 and raised
Born and raised, born and raised
Born and raised in Compton
Born and raised
Born and raised
Born born born and raised in Compton
Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton
Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton

Yo, check this shit out, right about now
I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear
What's up nigga? What's up KK? My buddy D
We got AMG most definitely in the house
What's up pretty Greg and big baby Brian cold chillin'
Talkin' about the Armstrong pack, straight got my muthafuckin' back

To my buddy, No Way, what's up, fool
Roche is in the house, my buddy Donzelli
You know what's happenin', fool, what's up Itch?
And Tony Lang 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