Compton, California by Alex P.
sung to the tune of “Hotel California” by The Eagles

On a South Central highway
I was rollin’ in the ’64
Just smoked me a fat blunt
I had the roach-clip on the floor
I was high as shit
And I needed a nap
I saw a place up ahead
That didn’t look like crap

Neon sign in the window
’50s style motel flair
Fine ass honey behind the front counter
With an Afro pick in her hair
She said “We don’t do room service
We don’t make wake up calls
And if we ever do clean your room
Best not find semen on our walls

“And bitch, you is in Compton, California
You better zip your lips in front of Bloods and Crips
Bitch, you is in Compton, California
You better learn to rap before we bust a cap”

She’s a crazy ass ho
And all her friends are thugs
They like to chill in the lobby
When they ain’t busy dealin’ drugs
Snoop Dogg comes on the radio
They throw their hands in the air
Some reminiscin’ ’bout the good ole days
And some, well, they just don’t care

I called up the bartender
I said, “Can I get a beer?”
He said “Bitch, what the fuck you been smokin’?
We ain’t paid our liquor license in years”
And I still hear voices
When I turn out the light
I don’t know where they’re comin’ from
But they keep me up at night

Sayin’ “Bitch, you is in Compton, California
Better zip your lips in front of Bloods and Crips
Watch yo’ ass you in Compton, California
You better learn to rap before we bust a cap”

They cookin’ crack in the kitchen
They talkin’ ’bout they G-rides
Some be throwin’ up gang signs
Mostly just to represent the West side
The wrong gang sign goes up
And the bullets start flying
I hit the floor to get the fuck out the way
I’m hard core, but it ain’t my time

Last thing I remember
I was scramblin’ for my keys
Had to find a way back to
The relative safety of the LBC
“Relax,” said a crackhead
“You’re going to be here for a while
Best learn to kick it with this Compton crew
’Cause this chicken shit ain’t they style”