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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 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 that s 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]
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