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letra de bompton - the game

[intro]
jp did this

[verse 1: the game]
six in the mornin’, police at my door
woulda seen them n-gg-s comin’ but the cameras is broke
my n-gg- 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 gl-ss
so i went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask

[hook: the d.o.c, (the game) & kids]
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 n-gg-s 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: the game]
n-gg- f-ck 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 drugs or guns so they let my n-gg-s go
we supreme, we mix that sprite with that promethazine
hop in that cutl-ss, hit the switch and flee the scene
euro comin’ up the block lookin’ like a monster
chucking up p’s when we ridin’ through

[hook: kids]
bompton, bompton
bompton, bompton
bompton, bompton
bompton, bompton

[verse 3: the game]
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 b-ss
’cause i reached for my strap and it wasn’t on my waist
i’m a fool, what kind of n-gg- 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 n-gg-s 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

[hook: the d.o.c, (the game) & kids]
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

[outro: the game]
don’t push me ’cause i’m close to the edge
i’m tryin’ not to lose my head, ah-ha-ha, ha-ha

- the game

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