Born and Raised In Compton - DJ Quik

The wind blows hard across the Texas plains Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playin' in the burnin' sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls but just one comes The other one runs With a Christian sense of wrong and right We were born and raised in black and white One learned to pray, one loved to fight We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white Brother took to the gospel road Spent his whole live saving souls When he looked at me, his blood ran cold He didn't even try I had no dreams, I had no plans But a gun felt good in my right hand The warden asked, "How come you killed that man?" I said, "I don't know why" "Welcome home," said the hot moonlight We were born and raised in black and white One lives to pray, one prays for life We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white Someone handed me a cigarette They offered me my last request I asked my mortal soul be blessed By someone close to me He came to me with trembling hands He swore he'd never understand I said it's just what life had planned It's destiny Don't waste your tears on me tonight We were born and raised in black and white I chose the dark, you chased the light We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas plains Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain

Rasta Wooy No, no one No one feel our pain It driving the poor insane, insane Me a talk 'bout the poor, the poverty and the pressure Can't tek it no more, too much youth 'pon stretcher Dem no really want fi see d ghetto youth dem richer So dem plan fi kill we out and tek we out a the pitcher Ghetto youths, don't be no snitcher Ghetto girls jus' be wise and don't be no bitcher Keep your eyes on the prize and on the star that glitter Keep your head and get a job I don't you sitta 'Cause I'm not from this place, you know I'm just a visitor And to how me see the race a run, it's gon' be bitter For the strongest a the strongest and the fit a the fitter I was born and raised to be no quitter I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh No food for days and days enuh I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh No food for days and days enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh They ask where I've been I said I've never been shopping All I see is a coffin Don't ask 'bout [?] shot him It's just the way of the system They eradicate every victim Just keep the faith, I'm insisting All my beautiful people, are you listening I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh No food for days and days enuh I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh No food for days and days enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh No one feels our pain (No one feels our pain that we're feeling) (Pain, that we're feeling) It driving the poor insane, insane, yeah (You can never know, if only God reveals it) It's getting to my brain (It's getting to my brain) ('Cause no else can feel the pain) And the bigger heads dem talk we things, just the same (Only talk about the change) (Everything remains the same) I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh No food for days and days enuh I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh No food for days and days enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh

I hear the sound of a gravel road I feel the wheels of a Detroit steel takin' me home I see the house just up ahead Sing to the one, my daddy's son will lie awake in bed And dream myself to sleep And pray my soul to keep Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised) (Born and raised) Born and raised I'll never leave this little town The family, the memories, the roots that I put down Know who I am, ain't gonna change Might find a brand new melody but the song remains the same I'm proud of where I'm from Yeah we're the lucky ones Plaid dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised I know that gravel road will always lead me home Somewhere that shootin' star points me to where you are I know that gravel road will always lead me home Somewhere that shootin' star points me to where you are Plaid dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised (It's how I was born and raised) I'll never leave this little town

Hey Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Let's go back in the day Hey Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Let's go back in the day Hey (Born in the 80s) Do-doing it again (Raised in the 90s) Do-doing it again (Born in the 80s) Do-doing it again (Raised in the 90s) Let's go back in the day Hey (Born in the 80s) Do-doing it again (Raised in the 90s) Do-doing it again (Born in the 80s) Do-doing it again (Raised in the 90s) Let's go back in the day Born in the 80s Raised in the 90s Skanking out in my Nikey's Old school music in my head Looking back from A to Z Born in the- Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Ey, let's go back in the day Talking Arich jackets and Armarni shades Bacardi Breezer, Becks and the geezers Ben Sherman shirt but blacked-out Filas See me in the rave, Nike and my cap CD UK, Craig David and that Them days there we were doing it again Dream team live in the mix and what about EZ DJ live in the place Baby Ericsson essential headcase East 17, are you from the ends? If we're talking nineties, what about Friends? Friday nights lay soft then Fraser Before I ever was a fabric raver Girls looking good in Gucci loafers Gameboys, Gremlins, Gordon the Gopher Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Born in the 80s Raised in the 90s Skanking out in my Nikey's Old school music in my head Looking back from A to Z Born in the- Do-doing it again Hoodies with a Hooch and a Helly Hansen Harry Enfield hack it for the mandem I was in my Iceberg with my ice jems ITN was the news back then Justin Case got played on loop My Evisu jeans probably stank of joop Kickers on my feet, kicker on my head Before Majestic I was plain old Kev With a little bit of luck and a little love bug Lonyo went in with the Summer of Love Mission FM and off-key Moschin' See Mighty Moe and Norris the Boss Bass off Nokia 5110 Nickelson Polo with Nike TM's Oxide on the remix of "Oh No!" On my TV, Otis and O-zone Born in the 80s Raised in the 90s Skanking out in my Nikey's Old school music in my head Looking back from A to Z X-men and x files, your XR2 would go for miles YSL shirt or a YSL polo School lunch times, I would master the yo-yo After school, yeah I would watch Zzzap Got into rap 'cause of Zig and Zag Back then when man was a boy That's my A to Z about my moments of joy Born in the 80's Raised in the 90's Born in the 80's Raised in the 90's Let's go back on the day

Chorus: Neva understood how he did it, How we made this music groove your very Soul, soul >>> 2x ERICK SERMON - Yo, i land out in a rent text E-7, V-12, new benzina, 200 and 90 Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' i see Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha Basic's, Quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth dont say SHITT, roll Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my Rules, step incorrect you get abused, i bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin Drama, make em' feel good like 2-Pac's Dear Mama, it could be pitch black and I'll spot cha BOOM! kickin yo door like big poppa CHORUS - Neva understood how he did it(Neva) How we made this music groove Your very soul, soul (Xzibit), Neva understood how he did it (D-J Mutha Fuckin Quick) how he made this music groove your very soul, soul DJ QUICK - Hey, Tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga Xzibit and Quick u down Wit tha E-Double (What) u get weed trouble, E make tha B bubble, Make tha bass So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha B-Bubble, Partyin', Happy that you shook tha hole crib, and if ya gotta pound, E dubb I Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88, Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and I'ma wet cha, way down from tha Compton town, and I'll betcha cant. CHORUS - Neva understood (Ha)(Yeah) how he did it(Ladies and Gentlemen, Yeah, Tha bar is now open)How he made this music groove your very soul, Soul(it'z all me), Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul Xzibit - Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few G's in my low-low, not done hoe, my Nigga big came in solo, dough-low, most niggaz we know act like a Homo, and When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there Crminal file, and strechin tha MOB, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy Ya MOB just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like A Fucked up D-A, wit a cross that aint stickin, and im walkin away a free man, Cuz ya'll niggaz softa than sand, cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha Pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, PMD CHORUS - Neva understood how he did it (DJ Quick in tha mutha fucken House) How we made this music groove your very soul, soul (This dick in ya Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah) Neva understood how he did it How we made this music groove your Very soul, soul(You think it aint, Westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha Way through out tha millinium) Neva understood how he did it, (millinium shitt) How we made this music groove your very soul, soul Neva understood how he (Yo, millinium shitt) did it how we(DJ Mutha fucken Quick) made this music groove your very soul, soul (Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on) Neva understood how he Did it, how (keep it bouncin, R.I.P Roger Troutmen) we made this music Groove your very soul, soul Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove Your very soul, soul (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha nigga) NEVA UNDERSTOOD HOW HE DID IT, HOW WE MADE THIS MUSIC GROOVE YOUR VERY SOUL, SOUL...

(Feat. Chingy) [DJ Quik] (Shoot back) I'm hard and I'm flossy and I'm all that You talk a lot of shit, where yo' bodyguard at? I got a pocket full of money, where the mall at? Where the quads at, where the drinks, where the broads at? (Shoot back) Niggaz fightin over bitches need to squash that You shouldn't be disgruntled cause you didn't learn to posh that It's black pussy and I'm still tryin to wash that Rinse it up, lip to butt, right between the center gut (Shoot back) Sit in my lap, and look at my snaps Drop a 20 and watch these troublemakers fightin for scraps My drawers so clean, my nuts are so powdered Don't stress me out, just eat your clam chowder Tryin to stick my honeybee into yo' flower If you like this record then make the shit louder (Shoot back) It's so terrific out on the Pacific Green plants and dancin make you feel lifted I'm DJ Quik and I'm so fuckin gifted That you didn't even feel when the momentum shifted (Shoot back) I turned the pocket around And slowed it all the way DOWN, I'm a musical cop now [Chorus] Get down on the ground, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back Get up and walk backwards towards me You under arrest for them big-ass breasts And that ass made me think you had a strap, pick your ass up Get down on your face, spread 'em wide, where your ID? Why you tryin to lie to me? You've got the right to remain Either you can ride the big-ass bus Go to jail or go home with us, I need backup [Chingy] Excuse me miss, I'm pullin you over Cause your ass is extremely too fat You need backup Quik? I'm the right nigga to get My picks are thick stallion, I'm slangin the dick Still bangin the bricks, with the 'caine and the 6 Remain in the mix, because I'm famous and shit (Shoot back) Let the guest in, doors open, my entourage walked in Let's get some whore scopin I'm open for more pokin On my wrist is 50 tokens, buy that chump Sold a show out for a mill', try that chump I'm on the boat still listenin to, "Way 2 Fonky" Park that ass right hurr chick and make that monkey Talk for me, when ya walk I see A clear speech come and get it I got some for each Now I'm bumpin on the radio and put it on repeat Play it loud in the streets, go out and get yourself a freak The, moral of the story is we hoe-hoppin police Know your rights, put these cuffs on, you locked in these sheets [Chorus] [Chingy] Okay - incenst cologne, women be attracted Got the best sex c'mon, it's somethin 'bout the action When they flex wet and bone, a model or a actress I attach this note, before the script get wrote (Shoot back) She see the list, text you're gone I tap it make it happen stress there's eggs at home A captain be reactin to the sweat as you moan Hold up give me a second I think Quik got somethin else to say before we end this record [DJ Quik] This beat is for your uncle and aunt It's old enough to be dope, but young enough to be hot Dedicated to everybody been beat by the cops Just tryin to get to the party and pop tequila in shot The legendary incindiary resentment for authority figures From the most vocal of the local niggaz California to death, bringin Compton to life Makin beats that'll snap yo' neck and have you writin a check You need to [Chorus]