Bg Knocc Out & Dresta - Compton Swingin' lyrics

[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 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 Cos I ain't no joke Wack mc's I knock them out the box 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 [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 n***as 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 f**in lip split Cos n***as from compton don't play that sh** Still up on top And you know it don't stop All busta's 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 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 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, 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 n***as 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]