[Hook]
Hey hey hey (Comptoooooooon Compton swingin)
All day every day Knocc Out and Dre
All day every day Knocc Out and Dre
Hey hey hey (Comptoooooooon Compton swingin)
All day every day Knocc Out and Dre
All day every day Knocc Out and Dre
[Dresta]
Yeah, you know in 94 me and my bro hit your a** 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 sh** 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 n***as like to get ill, but marks get k**ed
Feel the strength of a loc as I go for broke
Step right up and get smoked cause I ain't no joke
Wack MC's I knock them out the box like [?]
You can go kick a** or either get your a** kicked
Steady packin my chrome and I'm known, for hoo bangin
BG Knocc Out, I got clout and I'm Compton swingin
[Hook]
[BG Knocc Out]
Giving 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
n***as that's straight do or die
Tagging out my set as I mob through your town
Crossing out the Dogg Pound cause I'mma haul ground
So don't trip, you might get your f**in lip split
Cause n***as from Compton don't play that sh**
Still up on top and you know it don't stop
All bustas bow down or prepare to get dropped
By that n***a named Knocc as I rock your block
And I bet you never seen the BG calling 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
[Hook]
[Dresta]
It ain't nuthin but the Compton G, D-R-E-S-T-A-ster
Nutty n***a 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 (heeey) a body rock (heeey)
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 n***as up at outburst
You know 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
[Hook till fade]