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