[Chorus]
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Hey hey hey (Comptoooooooon Compton swingin)
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All day every day I gotta pray
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All day every day I gotta pray
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Hey hey hey (Comptoooooooon Compton swingin)
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All day every day I gotta pray
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All day every day I gotta pray
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[Dresta]
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Yeah, you know in 94
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Me and my bro
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Hit your ass with a blast
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Now we gotta hear this trash
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From this busta named Daz (but Daz)
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Ain't Nothin but a mark who be buggin out
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Stop the monkey shit
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Put my fist in your monkey mouth
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So everybody swing with me
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D-R-E, O-B-G from the C-P-T
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It's on again so tell a friend
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We got it poppin
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Me and BG Knocc Out swingin back to Compton
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[BG Knocc Out]
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Yes, well i'm back on the block where the BG's chill
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Where niggas like to get ill
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But marks get killed
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Feel the strength of a loc
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As I go for broke
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Step right up and get smoked
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Cos I ain't no joke
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Wack MC's I knock them out the box
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You can go kick ass
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Or either get your ass kicked
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Steady packin my chrome
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And i'm known, for hoo bangin
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BG Knocc Out, I got clout
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And i'm Compton swingin
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[Chorus]
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[BG Knocc Out]
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Givin up love to the hood
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The city where i'm from
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So when you come to Compton
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You better bring a big gun
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Or run and hide from the 165
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Worldwide
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Niggas thats straight do or die
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Taggin out my set
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As I mob through your town
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Crossing out the Dogg Pound
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Cos i'mma haul ground
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So don't trip
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You might get your fuckin lip split
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Cos niggas from Compton don't play that shit
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Still up on top
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And you know it don't stop
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All busta's bow down
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Or prepare to get dropped
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By that nigga named Knocc
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As I rock your block
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And I bet you never seen the BG callin shots
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Down for my turf
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Put in work in my days
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Now i'm in the house, without a doubt
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Tryin to get paid
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Laid back and relax
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With tracks to keep you bumpin
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Original baby gangsta
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And i'm swingin back to Compton
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[Chorus]
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[Dresta]
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It ain't nuthin but the Compton G
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D-R-E-S-T-A-ster
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Nutty nigga Dresta
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Givin girls the vapours
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Take ya
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Second to relax your brain
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I'm still the same
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You know my name
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I don't get caught up in fame
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I do my thang
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And hang with my homies non stop
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Much props, to Compton and Watts, yeah
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Sure shot, a body rock
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Mix Master Spade, used to rock my block
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But now its history
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Another mystery, of a legend
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And I been checkin mics since 87
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Steady on these stripes
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On the streets with my speech
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And keeps me a new chick to freak every week
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So girls you can page me
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With a freakin outburst
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Or you can leave a message with my niggas up at outburst
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Though i'll hit you back with a voice mail or somethin
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And tell you meet me in the hood
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I'm swingin back to Compton
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[Chorus till fade]
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Compton Swingin'
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| Bg Knocc Out & Dresta |
