Compton Swingin' Lyrics - Singles - Bg Knocc Out & Dresta

[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 it's 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]