[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 thats 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]