Текст песни BG Knocc Out and Dresta - Compton Swingin`
BG Knocc Out and Dresta - Compton Swingin` слова песни
[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)Ain`t 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-TIt`s on again so tell a friendWe got it poppinMe and BG Knocc Out swingin back to Compton[BG Knocc Out]Yes, well i`m back on the block where the BG`s chillWhere niggas like to get illBut marks get killedFeel the strength of a locAs I go for brokeStep right up and get smokedCos I ain`t no jokeWack MC`s I knock them out the boxYou can go kick assOr either get your ass kickedSteady packin my chromeAnd i`m known, for hoo banginBG Knocc Out, I got cloutAnd i`m Compton swingin[Chorus][BG Knocc Out]Givin up love to the hoodThe city where i`m 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 i`mma haul groundSo don`t tripYou might get your fuckin lip splitCos niggas from Compton don`t play that shitStill up on topAnd you know it don`t stopAll busta`s 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 i`m in the house, without a doubtTryin to get paidLaid back and relaxWith tracks to keep you bumpinOriginal baby gangstaAnd i`m swingin back to Compton[Chorus][Dresta]It ain`t nuthin but the Compton GD-R-E-S-T-A-sterNutty nigga DrestaGivin girls the vapoursTake yaSecond to relax your brainI`m still the sameYou know my nameI don`t 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 i`ll hit you back with a voice mail or somethinAnd tell you meet me in the hoodI`m swingin back to Compton[Chorus till fade]