OFTB (One For The Braves)

OFTB (One For The Braves) - I Ain't From Compton lyrics

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'Eazy is his name and the boys is coming (Straight Outta C..)'
 *record is suddenly cut off*

 Hold it now  wait  hold it
 That's PLAYED out *DJ cuts and scratches* hit it!

 Straight up Watts! (repeat 4X)

 The latest tape and it's out  from the LA town
 Four niggaz from Watts  operate with rhymes
 If you woke up late  then I'ma pull out the nine
 millimete but it's bound to go deep, as I proceed
 to the next line, born in LA, Watts raised me up
 Not Compton where if I was a sell-out I'd be a
 stupid motherfucker but I'm not, no I'm not a zero
 Tell you whatup, c'mon, niggaz ain't hero
 You ran 100 Miles to avoid a jack
 The Bottom group will meet yo' ass on the tracks
 It's vinyl put to walls, you can't hang, how can your figure
 Let's be honest -- have you ever squeezed a trigger?
 In the late 70's yo the courthouse was built
 A year later the first nigga was kilt
 (Caught stealing hubcaps, is that a fact?)
 Nah but I'm sure it was somethin like that
 Where I'm from niggaz are BROKE, and fuck bein RUTHLESS
 If you're RUTHLESS, ass'll be TOOTHLESS
 Bow till they feel the flipside straight stompin
 And I ain't from Compton

 Straight up Watts! (repeat 4X)
 "Attitude but I ain't from Compton" --> Paris
 Straight up Watts! (repeat 4X)
 "Attitude but I ain't from Compton" --> Paris

 Hey close the doors and windows, hide your goods
 When the Bottom of Watts is in your motherfuckin hood
 Hold my zone with a vicious appetite
 And we'll take your shit (after we take your life)
 That's why these suckers think twice about comin to Watts
 You know it's real gangbangers, murders and dope spots
 (This ain't no lookalike shit) my city's for real
 So don't commit suicide, come to Watts and get killed
 And you fake motherfuckers ?takin all of the streets?
 I'ma let my posse tell you (that shit sound weak!)
 My lyrics don't lie niggaz die everyday
 You better check your map, cause Watts in in LA
 (South Central motherfucker) where the shit is CRITICAL
 Brothers killin brothers makin blacks look PITIFUL
 You wanna make a change and roll with my crew?
 And Chief Darryl Gates, FUCK YOU!
 But hold up a second let's get back to the topic
 Niggaz from Compton think Watts can't rock it
 We rock steady cause they musta ?been soft?
 *DJ rewinds* I ain't from Compton!

 Straight up Watts! (repeat 4X)
 "Attitude but I ain't from Compton" --> Paris
 Straight up Watts! (repeat 4X)
 "Attitude but I ain't from Compton" --> Paris

 (Watts everyday that there's thumbs up) Nah, thumbs down
 They didn't take us serious, now I'ma clown
 From state to state, every underground, city
 Will know that I'm from the land, of no pity
 Hittin your city like a demon on the loose
 Watts is in effect (givin Compton a boot!)
 (Hug the microphone, Dee spit
 the dope shit that the suckers can't fuck with!)
 A miracle incline, whenever I rhyme mine
 Suckers will rewind, and try to de-sign
 Somethin that sound ("like" - Slick Rick)
 but ain't hittin ("like")
 The way the that Dirty Kev rock the mic
 on stage I'ma motherfuckin Watts baller
 with a posse full of shitstarters you don't want a war
 Gangsterish hits, what you meants, to create
 Eighty-eight was the time (in ninety-one we had to wait!)
 I peep the rookies in rap, boo, Bitches With Attitudes
 (Talkin about another nigga's jack moves!)
 But the topic of discussion is rhymes perpetrated
 Play at the role of a ganster (you gettin faded!)
 Talkin that same gang, you down with the real thang
 Check the charts, it's nineties niggaz still dyin man
 (The Bottom posse crew comin live and direct)
 Straight from the niggaz in Garden Projects

 If you don't know what set, try the heart of the city
 A controversial rap, but we feel no pity
 The job wasn't done (someone had to do it)
 They called up my crew (and we got right to it)
 When you think of LA (niggaz think Compton)
 (But where was Compton when Watts was stompin)
 We speakin on the 70's and even the 60's
 Compton was somewhere singin ?Saint Dixie?
 Back then it was a place for the upper class folks
 The other side of town our parents were broke
 Blacks moved to Compton, they thought it was a privelege
 I remember when they first built the Village
 They try to make it appear that Watts is forgotten
 OFTB means Operatin From The Bottom
 The last nigga played us (I shot him!)
 We comin on strong yeah we must check Compton
 You niggaz need to know that Watts is stompin!
 (Crack em) I ain't from Compton

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