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  • The Game – Bompton Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (?)

    [Verse 1]
    Six in the morning, police at my door
    Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
    My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
    And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
    We cooking base, we cooking base
    We cooking base, we cooking base
    50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
    And it’s time to break it down cause everything getting flushed
    Looking out the window tryna find a way out
    Seen the SWAT team creeping 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
    [Hook]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    Nigga fuck the cops
    They’re supposed to have my house surrounded but it’s not
    So I’m hopping over the back gate with my Glock
    Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
    Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
    Ant on the curb in cuffs
    And Pooh don’t know what’s going on cause he just woke up
    Till my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store
    Ain’t find no drugs 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 coming up the block looking like a monster
    Chucking up P’s when we riding through

    [Hook]
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton

    [Verse 3]
    Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
    Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the grapes
    My heart beating 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 nigga go to work without his tools?
    And you often watch wearing 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, sliding 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

    [Hook]
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    Watch Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to
    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

    [Outro]
    Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
    I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha


  • Game – Bompton (1992 Album) letras

    [Intro]
    (?)

    [Verse 1]
    Six in the morning, police at my door
    Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
    My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
    And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
    We cooking base, we cooking base
    We cooking base, we cooking base
    50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
    And it’s time to break it down cause everything getting flushed
    Looking out the window tryna find a way out
    Seen the SWAT team creeping 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
    [Hook]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    Nigga fuck the cops
    They’re supposed to have my house surrounded but it’s not
    So I’m hopping over the back gate with my Glock
    Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
    Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
    Ant on the curb in cuffs
    And Pooh don’t know what’s going on cause he just woke up
    Till my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store
    Ain’t find no drugs 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 coming up the block looking like a monster
    Chucking up P’s when we riding through

    [Hook]
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
    Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton

    [Verse 3]
    Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
    Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the grapes
    My heart beating 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 nigga go to work without his tools?
    And you often watch wearing 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, sliding 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

    [Hook]
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
    Watch Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to
    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

    [Outro]
    Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
    I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha