Besedila: Dre'Sta. Other. Give It Up For Compton.

[Intro: Dre'sta (women in background)]
Uh (uh)
Yeah (yeah)
Uh say what
We return (we return)
Compton Cali (Compton Cali)
For the 9-9 (that's two thousand)
Dre'sta the gangsta (Dre'sta)
Real as they come, bar none
Uh say what

Let's take a quick trip back down memory lane
Follow me, as we journey on the yellow brick road to CPT
I see, what people think gangsta's suppose to be
Compton is where rap music learned to be a G
We had flow and everybody know
When these bitches, were scared to cuss
And they were scared of us
They tried to test
But you knew that the wild wild west, wasn't scared to bust
It was all about originality
But the whole time the westcoast grind
Help me focus on the salary
It seems you eastern motherfuckers have forgot
I'm the same G that put Eazy-E back on the block
I'm real as the come
And i'm from the 1014 south orlean block
Where the shit don't stop
And if your car don't hop
Then you gotta be on dubs drop

[Chorus]

We just giving it up for Compton, California
Its such a lovely place, its such a lovely place
We just giving it up for Compton, California
And any time of year, you can find me here

Now I done been around the world but I still don't see
What people talking about, ain't shit like the CPT
I can float to the Bahamas, to escape all the drama
Got to come back, I miss my hoodrats and baby mamas
Smashing on the 91, navi and a dime piece
Laid up at the Hamptons, homes is where you'll find me
Jacuzzi and a camcorder, booty and the bitch
Sometimes I like to freak dykes, in case I want to switch
Like it or not, Compton Cali back in the slot
Dresta the gangsta, crackling hot
You can't touch this
Lets put the CPT back on the map
Before I put my brownies back on the strap
I'd rather rap on the track
Since these bitches ain't seeing the light
Ruthless should have never been Tomica Wright's
Bitch you ain't from Compton
When somebody see that hoe they need to tell her
To quit fucking the homie Ren like Jerry Heller

[Chorus]

For years I tried to let you know this
But the media didn't wanna let me show this
Realism I survived of off instinct
And finally my life is starting to feel in 'sync
I'm on the radio and Eazy made it possible
Dresta ain't wrong homie, i'm only being logical
Studied my craft, did the math
Now I get the last laugh
No longer bang for gangs, now bang gangs for cash
Me and my dog WC, eventually bang in the room
My brother BG Knocc and this brother C-Toons
How can we lose
We paid our dues, and made our moves
The only rappers around
Who don't got nothing to prove
Most respected on all levels
From the club to the street, homie y'all tell us
Is it real
I see you all making G's through the nation
But Compton laid the foundation

[Chorus x2]