I have not been to Compton in many many years but when I did roll out to Compton it was scary as fuck but the price of drugs at that time were wroth the risk and coming back to the hood with a fat sack of yayo and a jar of gorilla piss made you an instant celibrity in the hood Once Compton got hot the dealers moved to other cities. Once in Compton we had to cross the train tracks to get to the dealers house and as we got closer, we had to drive to a dead end which ment we had to drive about a mile and the streets were infested with people selling every drug and these fools would see you coming they would try to stop you, they would yell, they would follow you, chase you, get in front of your car, throw rocks, curse etc.
BTW we can thank the CIA for all of that cocaine