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Song about unfortunate black youth growing up in the gang infested enviornments of Los Angeles hoods and the consequence of living the gang life.

Compton is the place that i touched down.
I opened my eyes to realise 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 12
As my compton black brothers were in and out of jail.
Years went by, i played on 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 15, so boys will be boys.
So by 16 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 gatts 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 thats an everyday thing thats what the news play.
One times can't do shit so why the fuck you pay.
And this goes out to all them niggas that know whats popping.
Fool thats when your raised in Compton.

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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 tryna jack, now aint 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 diss the hood i'll put you 6 feet under.
Who gives a fuck if its wrong, no time for thinking.
Just think of the bud and the 8-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 mutherfucking thuggish niggas in the alley.
So while we waited to peel they 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'knowutumsayin?
Mc eiht and compton's most wanted putting niggas to rest.
Side by each, y'knowutumsaying? putting em down.
Cause compton is the place with the base
And if you don't like it take 2 to the face.
MC Eiht, and i'm outta here.

Compton's Most Wanted (CMW) | Raised In Compton (1991)

Chillin', Thinkin about the days when i was a young buck
My homies used to tell me to come up
Seeing that I was talented, I was feeling more like a 
Broke tray, So I left Pomona eager to check a phat grip
Hopped into my riben Nissan and hit the road
In my pickup, by all means I was makin a quick buck
Went from Texas to Oklahoma then I hit Michigan
And had to go back to Texas again
Rumors of being dead or dug out in the penitentiary
A false punk, you should have been with me
Taking that long trip, (Back Down Memory Lane!),
Bailing In a Nissan, cuz now im back in a 911
Slanted, squaded, bumpin so hard the deaf people
Hear me tho, but now home don't feel like home no mo'
My own homies turned fake, some of the people that never like me
Bring me demo tapes talkin about, hook me up
Can you help me out G? You would be the same ones in my 
Neighborhood talkin about me, buggin' me on my mobile phone
I guess it's supposed to feel good
To be home sweet home

So now I got the hoochies (The Hoochies!)
The hoochies on my tip, first come first serve
I used to trip, cuz wasn't you the one that always stood me up?
Kicked me to the curb cuz i drove a Nissan truck
So how does it feel to be a hoochie? slash hooker, slash trick
Cuz yo I wouldn't go up in it if I had a prayer with it
Cuz im the same dark tone, chocolate coated nigga
Nothing changed but the weather 
And my pockets got a little bigger, besides hoochies tryna play me
I got homies tryna steal from me and dope brothas
Keepin deals from me, making hard earned money
And got good credit, bought a pimped out crib
Now all of a sudden im big headed
Now when I was broke and used to come and kick it
Bummin for spare change, starving and wasnt nothing wrong with it
But since I tried to make a name for myself, I guess im wrong
For coming back to home sweet home

Some of the homies still got my back, proud cuz
They see a brother rollin, but all that rollin
Got my Porsche stolen, garage doors wide open
Now ain't that a fucking trip? I got a neighborhood watch
That didn't see shit, fifty thousand dollars down the drain
And nobody cares neither, but I still got two benzes and
A beemer, waitin for a nigga to get brave with a chrome .45
A glock and a 12 gauge and a trained body in my back yard
Livin' life silky while protected, hoping all you skanless
Niggas get the message, so we can stop knockin niggas out at 
Pool party's, or watching my back or suing
For a stolen track, My mama used to always tell me that misery 
Wants company, I just ain't the one to be played with
Cuz if I got to be played, I rather be left alone
Damn, home sweet home

Chocolate | Home Sweet Home (1993)

A-Dorable by Freakin' Ingish. Produced in 1993 by Mark Ginter & Simon Desser - Phat 'n' All That Productions.

EPMD - Its Going Down (1991)

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