Compton Swangin’
| Title | Compton Swangin’ |
|---|---|
| Artist | B.G. Knocc Out & Dresta |
| Album | Real Brothas |
| Release Date | 1995-08-25 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Hook: La Tee & Dresta] 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 [Verse 1: 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 B.G. Knocc Out swingin' back to Compton [Verse 2: B.G. Knocc Out] Yes, well I'm back on the block where the B.G.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 cause I ain't no joke Wack MC's I knock them out the box like [?] You can go kick ass or either get your ass kicked Steady packin' my chrome and I'm known, for hoo bangin' B.G. Knocc Out, I got clout and I'm Compton swingin' [Hook: La Tee & Dresta] 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 [Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out] Giving up love to the hood, the city where I'm from So when you come to Compton you better bring your big gun Or run and hide from the 165, worldwide Niggas that's straight do or die Tagging out my set as I mob through your town Crossing out the Dogg Pound cause I'ma haul ground So don't trip, you might get your fuckin' lip split Cause niggas from Compton don't play that shit Still up on top and you know it don't stop All bustas bow down or prepare to get dropped By that nigga named Knocc as I rock your block And I bet you never seen the B.G. 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 stompin' back to Compton You might also like[Hook: La Tee & Dresta] 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 [Verse 4: Dresta] It ain't nothin' but the Compton G, D-R-E-S-T-A-ster Nutty nigga Dresta giving girls the vapors 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 niggas up at Outburst You know I'll hit you back with a voice mail or something And tell you meet me in the hood I'm swingin' back to Compton [Hook: La Tee & Dresta] 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 |