BG Knocc Out - Compton Swangin' lyrics

[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]