Raised In Compton Lyrics - Compton's Most Wanted

Compton is the place that I touched down 

I opened my eyes to realize I was dark brown 

And right there in the ghetto that color costs 

Brothers smothered by the streets meaning we're lost 

I grew up in a place where it was go for your own 

Don't get caught after dark roaming the danger zone 

Cause it was hell at the age of twelve 

As my Compton black brothers were in and out of jail 

Years went on, I played with the school crap 

Made it half way, it didn't pay, so I said fuck that 

Cause right then it was the cash I was after 

The street had a beat so I was caught up in the rapture 

It said sell, sell, sell 

And after that it was jail, jail, jail 

I also kept a nine as my toy 

I was only fifteen, so boys will be boys 

So by sixteen I was hip to the groove 

And fucking any stupid black bitch that move 

And on top of that I was down for the hood 

If you from Compton you know that the hood is where its good 

So load up the gats and its down the avenue 

I'm kinda fucked up so I guess I'll kill a few 

Punk niggas trying to scheme on my tip 

Geah I'm selling the cavi and I'm checkin' a grip 

But now the high rolling days been cancelled 

Damn, they kidnapped my homie for ransom 

But that's an everyday thing that's what the news play 

One times cant do shit so why the fuck do you pay 

And this goes out to all those niggas that know what's popping 

Fool that's when your raised in Compton 

He would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum 

Either in jail, or someone would shoot him 

He would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum 

Either in jail, or someone would shoot him 

Drug wars, you got the pushers and the pimps 

And to make things worse you got the bustas and the wimps 

Gank bitches trying to scheme on my money 

Sucker punks jack, now ain't that funny 

But I'm a young nigga, with a respectable rep 

But my brothers gangbanging, I guess I'll follow in his footsteps 

Claiming a set, jacking a brother 

Beating a bitch, you dis the hood I'll put you six feet under 

Who gives a fuck if its wrong, no time for thinking 

Just think of the bud and the eight ball drinking 

So now its time to show my loyalty 

Shoot up my enemy territory 

And my brothers got my back they wont trip 

And I'm in it to win it so I won't slip 

It was like we had a gangbang rally 

A thousand motherfucking thuggish niggas in the alley 

So while we waited to peel a cap 

The suckers crept, damn, shot me in the back 

So now I bail in a wheelchair, no more stomping 

Raised in Compton 

Geah, y'know what I'm sayin'? 

MC Eiht and Compton's Most Wanted putting niggas to rest 

Side by each, y'know what I'm saying? Putting em down 

Cause Compton is the place with the base 

And if you don't like it take two to the face 

MC Eiht, and I'm outta here 

He would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum 

Either in jail, or someone would shoot him 

He would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum 

Either in jail, or someone would shoot him