Lyrics:

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...

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I thought ya knew...