Compton Swingin'

[Chorus]

Hey hey hey (Comptoooooooon Compton swingin)

All day every day I gotta pray

All day every day I gotta pray

Hey hey hey (Comptoooooooon Compton swingin)

All day every day I gotta pray

All day every day I gotta pray

[Dresta]

Yeah, you know in 94

Me and my bro

Hit your ass with a blast

Now we gotta hear this trash

From this busta named Daz (but Daz)

Ain't Nothin but a mark who be buggin out

Stop the monkey shit

Put my fist in your monkey mouth

So everybody swing with me

D-R-E, O-B-G from the C-P-T

It's on again so tell a friend

We got it poppin

Me and BG Knocc Out swingin back to Compton

[BG Knocc Out]

Yes, well i'm back on the block where the BG's chill

Where niggas like to get ill

But marks get killed

Feel the strength of a loc

As I go for broke

Step right up and get smoked

Cos I ain't no joke

Wack MC's I knock them out the box

You can go kick ass

Or either get your ass kicked

Steady packin my chrome

And i'm known, for hoo bangin

BG Knocc Out, I got clout

And i'm Compton swingin

[Chorus]

[BG Knocc Out]

Givin up love to the hood

The city where i'm from

So when you come to Compton

You better bring a big gun

Or run and hide from the 165

Worldwide

Niggas thats straight do or die

Taggin out my set

As I mob through your town

Crossing out the Dogg Pound

Cos i'mma haul ground

So don't trip

You might get your fuckin lip split

Cos niggas from Compton don't play that shit

Still up on top

And you know it don't stop

All busta's bow down

Or prepare to get dropped

By that nigga named Knocc

As I rock your block

And I bet you never seen the BG callin shots

Down for my turf

Put in work in my days

Now i'm in the house, without a doubt

Tryin to get paid

Laid back and relax

With tracks to keep you bumpin

Original baby gangsta

And i'm swingin back to Compton

[Chorus]

[Dresta]

It ain't nuthin but the Compton G

D-R-E-S-T-A-ster

Nutty nigga Dresta

Givin girls the vapours

Take ya

Second to relax your brain

I'm still the same

You know my name

I don't get caught up in fame

I do my thang

And hang with my homies non stop

Much props, to Compton and Watts, yeah

Sure shot, a body rock

Mix Master Spade, used to rock my block

But now its history

Another mystery, of a legend

And I been checkin mics since 87

Steady on these stripes

On the streets with my speech

And keeps me a new chick to freak every week

So girls you can page me

With a freakin outburst

Or you can leave a message with my niggas up at outburst

Though i'll hit you back with a voice mail or somethin

And tell you meet me in the hood

I'm swingin back to Compton

[Chorus till fade]