Compton Swingin`

[Chorus]<br>Hey hey hey (Comptoooooooon Compton swingin)<br>All day every day I gotta pray<br>All day every day I gotta pray<br>Hey hey hey (Comptoooooooon Compton swingin)<br>All day every day I gotta pray<br>All day every day I gotta pray<br><br>[Dresta]<br>Yeah, you know in 94<br>Me and my bro<br>Hit your ass with a blast<br>Now we gotta hear this trash<br>From this busta named Daz (but Daz)<br>Ain`t Nothin but a mark who be buggin out<br>Stop the monkey shit<br>Put my fist in your monkey mouth<br>So everybody swing with me<br>D-R-E, O-B-G from the C-P-T<br>It`s on again so tell a friend<br>We got it poppin<br>Me and BG Knocc Out swingin back to Compton<br><br>[BG Knocc Out]<br>Yes, well i`m back on the block where the BG`s chill<br>Where niggas like to get ill<br>But marks get killed<br>Feel the strength of a loc<br>As I go for broke<br>Step right up and get smoked<br>Cos I ain`t no joke<br>Wack MC`s I knock them out the box<br>You can go kick ass<br>Or either get your ass kicked<br>Steady packin my chrome<br>And i`m known, for hoo bangin<br>BG Knocc Out, I got clout<br>And i`m Compton swingin<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[BG Knocc Out]<br>Givin up love to the hood<br>The city where i`m from<br>So when you come to Compton<br>You better bring a big gun<br>Or run and hide from the 165<br>Worldwide<br>Niggas thats straight do or die<br>Taggin out my set<br>As I mob through your town<br>Crossing out the Dogg Pound<br>Cos i`mma haul ground<br>So don`t trip<br>You might get your fuckin lip split<br>Cos niggas from Compton don`t play that shit<br>Still up on top<br>And you know it don`t stop<br>All busta`s bow down<br>Or prepare to get dropped<br>By that nigga named Knocc<br>As I rock your block<br>And I bet you never seen the BG callin shots<br>Down for my turf<br>Put in work in my days<br>Now i`m in the house, without a doubt<br>Tryin to get paid<br>Laid back and relax<br>With tracks to keep you bumpin<br>Original baby gangsta<br>And i`m swingin back to Compton<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Dresta]<br>It ain`t nuthin but the Compton G<br>D-R-E-S-T-A-ster<br>Nutty nigga Dresta<br>Givin girls the vapours<br>Take ya<br>Second to relax your brain<br>I`m still the same<br>You know my name<br>I don`t get caught up in fame<br>I do my thang<br>And hang with my homies non stop<br>Much props, to Compton and Watts, yeah<br>Sure shot, a body rock<br>Mix Master Spade, used to rock my block<br>But now its history<br>Another mystery, of a legend<br>And I been checkin mics since 87<br>Steady on these stripes<br>On the streets with my speech<br>And keeps me a new chick to freak every week<br>So girls you can page me<br>With a freakin outburst<br>Or you can leave a message with my niggas up at outburst<br>Though i`ll hit you back with a voice mail or somethin<br>And tell you meet me in the hood<br>I`m swingin back to Compton<br><br>[Chorus till fade]