Born and 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 excatly where it's at

Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton)

Yeah, that's the name of the 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 (claimin my city)

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 now 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 in Compton) (Where you from, fool?) (Compton) [ VERSE 2 ]

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 gonn' 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 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)

Hell muthafuckin yeah

Funky dope for the nine-ace

DJ Quik is in the muthafuckin house

Yeah (Born and raised in 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 A

MG 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