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Finally got a chance to leave the C P T 
Off to other cities to trip 
No longer just an underground hit 
Movin thangs... a local brother made good 
I made a name off of making tapes for homies 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 trip 
All because I came out with a hit  check it 
Nineteen-ninety-one, while everybody else is smokin the splits 
I was thinkin of the fonky hits 
About hoochies and playaz and gettin drunk and off that bud 
I was doing the things they hadn't heard of 
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this 
And that they didn't like this 
That Compton was the home of the gangster class 
Where you got blast and knowledge, that's a thing of the past 
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land 
And brothers was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new 
And slangin ain't nothin new 
And for every sucker we done shot 
They done shot two 
Straight doin dope since the sixties, before I was born 
Families of hardheads mourn 
So I'm just letting you know 
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay 
Keep your hand on the clip 
Becaue Oakland... 
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... 
Moving on to St. Louis, where they thinki they be buffin 
with gold teeth in they mouth but they still know whassup 
And the summer is kinda hot 
Hot enough to make ya cuss 
And that's why I stayed on the bus 
But later on when it cooled off we came down and made 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 hoochies 
Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store 
He put us down with a herringbone and shoes galore 
That's when I started thinking that this wasn't 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 wouldn't ya know 
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri? 
Damn, how could this happen? 
Now St. Louis... 
Yeah y'all, St. Louis... 
I don't 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 I'm tellin 
We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin 
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits 
When I'm thinkin bout hors d'ouvers, and cowboy boots 
I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest 
And San Antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test 
And before it was over the show got deep 
A fool 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 scaring the rest, yo 
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 suckers in a town like this 
Have such a big influence on brothers so far away? 
But still my story ain't 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 don't remember 
I had this show I did in Denver 
With a first time promoter, it was done in a skatin rink 
Hoochies was lovin us, but suckers was ready to bust 
To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs 
But I'm getting paid so I didn't 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 nothin but snitches 
Now Denver... 
Yeah, and Denver... 
... 
I thought ya knew...

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