Представляем точный текст композиции "Jus Lyke Compton" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста DJ Quik . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Jus Lyke Compton» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую DJ Quik передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
DJ Quik - "Jus Lyke Compton"
Lyrics to Jus Lyke Compton : Finally out the motherfuckin C-P-T Off to other cities and shit No longer just an underground hit Movin thangs... a local nigga made good And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood And now, let me tell a little story About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and shit All because a nigga made a hit, check it Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit Then we broke out with the fonky shit About bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off that bud I was doing the shit they hadnt heard of But foolish was I to think that it wasnt no other cities like this And that they didnt like this That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass Where you got blast And now thats just a thing of the past Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them bangin aint nothin new And slangin aint nothin new And for every nigga we done shot They done shot two Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born Families of young niggaz mourn So Im just letting you know That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay Keep your hand on the clip Becaue Oakland... Yeah, Im telling yall Oakland... Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is fucked With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know whats up Where its hot as a motherfucker Hot enough to make ya cuss Thats why I kept my ass on the bus But later on, whenit cooled off we came down and met a couple of friends Who put us up on the St. Louis cap The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich and a couple of bitches Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore Thats when I started thinking that this wasnt like home But then they had to prove me wrong Cuz later that night after we did the show We went back to the afterset, and wouldnt ya know Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri' Damn, how could this happen' Now St. Louis... Yeah yall, St. Louis... I dont think they know, they too crazy for their own good They need to stop watchin that "Colors" and "Boyz in the Hood" Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw And never ever seen the Shaw But now, back to the story that Im tellin We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits When Im thinkin bout horse dookey and cowboy boots I guess Texas aint no different from the rest And San Antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test And before it was over the shit got deep A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin Little did they know that we was packin Yeah, we was puttin em down and squaring the rest, shit I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now San Antonio... Yeah, San Antonio... After a month on the road We came home and I can safely say That L.A. is a much better place to stay How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away' But still my story aint over cuz I got one more to tell And the people of Colorado, they know it well It was all in the news and if you dont remember I had this show I did in Denver With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin and shit To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs But Im getting paid so I didnt pay it no mind Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests When it was over two niggaz needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches Now Denver... Yeah yall, Denver... And ya know that Oakland... Yeah yall St. Louis... Uh-huh, San Antonio... Yeah, and Denver... I thought ya knew... [ Jus Lyke Compton Lyrics ]
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