Finally out the motherfuckin c-p-t

Off to other cities and shit

No longer just an underground hit

Movin thangs... a local nigga made good

And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz 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 shit

All because a nigga made a hit, check it

Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit

Then we broke out with the fonky shit

About bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off that bud

I was doing the shit 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 a foot in yo ass

Where you got blast

And now that's just a thing of the past

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in oak-land

And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new

And slangin ain't nothin new

And for every nigga we done shot

They done shot two

Straight through and on since the sixties before i was born

Families of young niggaz 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 thecountry is fucked

With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up

Where it's hot as a motherfucker

Hot enough to make ya cuss

That's why i kept my ass on the bus

But later on, whenit cooled off we came down

And met 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 bitches

Then they took us to a man named gus in a store

He put me 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 horse dookey 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 shit got deep

A nigga 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 squaring the rest, shit

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 niggaz in a town like this

Have such a big influence on niggaz 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 punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink

Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin and shit

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 punk ass bitches



Now denver...

Yeah y'all, denver...

And ya know that oakland...

Yeah y'all st. louis...

Uh-huh, san antonio...

Yeah, and denver...



I thought ya knew...