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Bomptown
Bomptown
Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's

I did the unexpected
They countin' niggas out, now dickheads respect us
You unsure about me bein'
Well, I'm unsure about your ass standin' in my
I done put in overtime,
caught cases, pop straps when Pop think I my mind
Where I'm from try to hate and politic
But that, buy a strap, slow them up with hollow tips

I'm, self made, paid, self safe of everythang
And that Maybach donuts, bitch
I'm in Bompton, still hitting'
And if the 'iac gone, niggas sip Corona
I made me, I feel good about it
But them suckas try to tell me, the hood up out me
Who would Master P be if he wasn't "'Bout It It"?
Or HOV without the Projects

I'm Bomptown's finest, yeah,
finest, 4Hunnid, 4
Nigga, Bomptown's finest,
finest, uhh

Now when I up, everything exotic
Can't complain, life's sweet, drank, Hynotiq
The year I've been makin' all profit
My team got it, then somebody shot me
Damn, that's the Devil, my nigga
But thank god it end with a shovel, my nigga
Have it dusted off my shoulders like whatever, my
And Frogg ain't gone, he live forever, my
Rest in peace to my nigga
You know your 4Hunnid out here, doing they shit, nigga
My nigga gone but forgotten

You anytime I beez, I told you what's poppin'
Uhh, so y'all niggas made it
Buddha still the same, you know nigga brazy
You know when small hatin'
There's being made now so niggas started changin'
And Game just dropped 2
He got some on there, and what he talkin' about you
I know you and had issues,
but shit, it seem that nigga miss you
Your kids, I took Christmas shopping
You know me, do my part, nigga I gotchu

I know you watchin' so you know what's up G man
He was worried about his kids and his freedom
Your mom that you said, we was on bad terms
Man that shit work a nigga
But as Lil Buddha on this Earth,
its long live Lil that's my word

Bomptown's finest
Ayy, Bomptown's finest
Ayy, nigga, Bomptown's
This is Bomptown's
Nigga, Bomptown's

Third verse, three years later, still Pyro' it, still gettin'
Gotta tell you the homies, whole lot up in the makin'
Teebee, yeah that's my nigga, but we ain't talk lately
Me and H fell out, me and fell out
Me and you out 'cause there
was some shit you tell me 'bout
But I ain't even trippin' 'cause I get the bigger
Big Buddha my nigga, so you know you my nigga

Turtle gone, Chica-gone, Buddha three call you know I answer my
High nigga jeans, be the realest from the team
how them old niggas holla behind the scene
And baby Buddha, my Top trooper
Big homies don't love ya 'cause they ain't say to ya
But in real time the shit out here be too
Gotta dangerous, gotta keep toot up
Hoppin' out with two doin' too much
Don't two fucks livin' like I can't lose much
luck, hit the bottle, now I'm fucked up
Spread the out

'cos goes around, come around, nigga, nunchucks
it once okay, blow it twice, you a dumb fuck
I done homies off the block
Who how many homies I done saved from gettin' popped
Look at Slim he ain't sell rocks
I told him figure out rap shit, then you buy the block
Look at Syke800, lookin' like
I told him that shit don't spend it all on the day
Ayy Buddha, ru' you know it ru'
We got some shit in the makin', it's bomin'
Went slangin' to bangin' and burglaries before school
Then finesse rap shit on Piru

Bomptown's
Ayy, nigga finest
Ayy nigga, finest
is Bomptown's finest
Nigga, Bomptown's