Bg Knocc Out & Dresta - Compton Swingin' Lyrics
[chorus]Hey hey hey (comptoooooooon compton swingin)All day every day I gotta prayAll day every day I gotta prayHey hey hey (comptoooooooon compton swingin)All day every day I gotta prayAll day every day I gotta pray[dresta]Yeah, you know in 94Me and my broHit your ass with a blastNow we gotta hear this trashFrom this busta named daz (but daz)Aint nothin but a mark who be buggin outStop the monkey shitPut my fist in your monkey mouthSo everybody swing with meD-r-e, o-b-g from the c-p-tIts on again so tell a friendWe got it poppinMe and bg knocc out swingin back to compton[bg knocc out]Yes, well Im back on the block where the bgs chillWhere niggas like to get illBut marks get killedFeel the strength of a locAs I go for brokeStep right up and get smokedCos I aint no jokeWack mcs I knock them out the boxYou can go kick assOr either get your ass kickedSteady packin my chromeAnd Im known, for hoo banginBg knocc out, I got cloutAnd Im compton swingin[chorus][bg knocc out]Givin up love to the hoodThe city where Im fromSo when you come to comptonYou better bring a big gunOr run and hide from the 165WorldwideNiggas thats straight do or dieTaggin out my setAs I mob through your townCrossing out the dogg poundCos imma haul groundSo dont tripYou might get your *****in lip splitCos niggas from compton dont play that shitStill up on topAnd you know it dont stopAll bustas bow downOr prepare to get droppedBy that nigga named knoccAs I rock your blockAnd I bet you never seen the bg callin shotsDown for my turfPut in work in my daysNow Im in the house, without a doubtTryin to get paidLaid back and relaxWith tracks to keep you bumpinOriginal baby gangstaAnd Im swingin back to compton[chorus][dresta]It aint nuthin but the compton gD-r-e-s-t-a-sterNutty nigga drestaGivin girls the vapoursTake yaSecond to relax your brainIm still the sameYou know my nameI dont get caught up in fameI do my thangAnd hang with my homies non stopMuch props, to compton and watts, yeahSure shot, a body rockMix master spade, used to rock my blockBut now its historyAnother mystery, of a legendAnd I been checkin mics since 87Steady on these stripesOn the streets with my speechAnd keeps me a new chick to freak every weekSo girls you can page meWith a freakin outburstOr you can leave a message with my niggas up at outburstThough Ill hit you back with a voice mail or somethinAnd tell you meet me in the hoodIm swingin back to compton[chorus till fade]
