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Isaac Hayes

"Born and Raised in Compton"

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
(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 must of wanted me to quit
Because they broke in my house and cold stole my sh*t
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 n*gga down
So here's some bass in your face, muthaf*cka 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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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 f*ck 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 muthaf*ckin yeah
Funky dope for the nine-ace
DJ Quik is in the muthaf*ckin house
Yeah

(Born and raised in Compton)

[Outro]
Yo, check this sh*t out
Right about now
I'd like to send a shout out to my buddy Teddy Bear
What's up, n*gga?
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 muthaf*ckin' 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 n*gga 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

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