When I was young we wanted to get out the ghetto But after we moved out of the ghetto It was hard to get things we needed
I took a picture in the hood Standing by the door White T shirt and black khakis Sagging kind of low I see the corner that I worked With my homies in the back LAPD searching us Looking for some crack
I don’t need to be the king of the world All I need is some activator For my Jheri curl
CHORUS: Compton isn’t too far away Neither is South Central LA No matter what the cops try and say
We move from South Central To the desert of the real high Palmdale-Lancaster Blue suburban sky When I come home late at night The sheriff harasses me He puts me in the choke hold So bad I can barely breath
I’m the hungry hustler Afroman I’m going parking lot platinum in my Astrovan
CHORUS: Compton isn’t too far away Neither is South Central LA No matter what the cops try and say I’m selling yay
I see police lights On palmdale boulevard Back-up units pulling up I’m thinking oh my god I got nowhere else to go My hands are in the air I don’t know what to do But you can’t have my weed and my brewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.