Tom: F minor
Verse 1
Fm
Aight
Now everybody wants to know the
truth about a brother named Quik
I come from a 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 the hometown
Ab
Fm
I'm throwing down in the town where
my name is all around
The suckers just be having 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 a trickster,
DJ Quikster steals the show
So now that's how I'm living,
I do as I please, you see
A younger brother that's
up on reality
'Cause everybody knows
you have to be stomping
Ab
If you're born and raised
Verse 2
(Born and raised)
(I was born and raised in
Compton)
(Born and raised)
Em
C
Em
G
(Born and raised)
Fm
(Where you from, fool?)
(Compton)
Verse 3
Fm
Now Compton is the place where
the homeboys chill, you see
Ab
But then I found that it wasn't
'Cause way back in the day somebody
musta wanted me to quit
Ab
Because they broke in my house
Fm
and cold stole my shit
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 nigga down
Ab
So here's some bass in your face,
motherfucker silly sucker-
Ass clocker, now you're ducking,
'cause you can't stop a brother
Fm
Like the Quiksta, because
I'm true to the game
You're lame, and things ain't
gon' never be the same
'Cause a nigga like the Quik is taking 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 nigga that's
feeling no pain
Sometimes I have to wear
a bulletproof 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 fuck the rest
I'm coming like this,
and I'm coming directly
'Cause suckers get dain- bramaged if I'm
doing damage quite effectively
Rhyming is a battle zone,
and suckers have no win
Ab
'Cause I'm a veteran from
Fm
the C- O- M- P- T- O- N
Verse 4
Kick it
Verse 5
Fm
Hell motherfucking yeah
Funky dope for the nine- ace
DJ Quik is in the motherfucking house
Verse 6
Yeah
Fm
(Born and raised in Compton)
Verse 7
Eb
Ab
Fm
Ab
Ah yeah
Eb
Fm
Yo, check this shit out
Right about now
I'd like to send a shout out to my
What's up, nigga?
Fm
We got AMG most definitely
in the house
What's up Greedy Greg and Big Baby
Brian cold chillin'
Talking about the Armstrong Pack
Straight got my motherfucking back
To my buddy NOE, what's up, fool?
Roche is in the house
My buddy Donzelle
You know what's
happening, fool
What's up, Inch?
And Tony Lane is chillin'
To my nigga Gangsta Wayne
And my engineer Joe getting
busy on the floor
And last but not least, I'd like
to thank Shabby Blue
And we out
Peace
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