Bompton (Explicit) - The Game

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Six in the mornin' police at my door

Woulda seen them niggas comin' but the cameras is broke

My ni**a Ant in the kitchen cookin' up for a week

And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep

We cookin' base we cookin' base

We cookin' base we cookin' base

50 grams on the table a key in the couch tucked

And it's time to break it down 'cause everythin' gettin' flushed

Lookin' out the window tryna find a way out

Seen the SWAT team creepin' on the side of the house

They threw a canister through the window it shattered the glass

So I went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

And I die before I go back to jail tell them niggas this is

Bompton Bompton

Bompton Bompton

Bompton Bompton

Bompton Bompton

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

Ni**a f**k the cops

They're supposed to have my house surrounded but it's not

So I'm hoppin' over the back gate with my Glock

Crossin' Wilmington with 1500 in my sock

Look across the street they runnin' in and out my spot

Ant on the curb in cuffs

And Pooh don't know what's goin' on 'cause he just woke up

'Til my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store

Ain't find no *** or guns so they let my niggas go

We supreme we mix that Sprite with that promethazine

Hop in that Cutlass hit the switch and flee the scene

Euro comin' up the block lookin' like a monster

Chucking up P's when we ridin' through

Bompton Bompton

Bompton Bompton

Bompton Bompton

Bompton Bompton

Ridin' down Alameda everythin' was straight

Until we stopped at a light and ran into the Grapes

My heart beatin' like a 15 inch with bass

'Cause I reached for my strap and it wasn't on my waist

I'm a fool what kind of ni**a go to work without his tools

And you often watch wearin' red like it's bool

It's usually on sight with the Crips

My guns stuck between the seats and them niggas ain't trip

Bust a left on Imperial slidin' on gold rims

Empty the guts out the swisher then hop on the 110

Look around I don't see one black and white

So we rolled the windows up and hotboxed at the light yeah

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

Watched Kobe score 60 on the Jazz now we heading back to

Bompton Bompton

Bompton Bompton

Bompton Bompton

Bompton

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge

I'm tryin' not to lose my head ah ha ha